In the summer of 2025, I spent my days in Amsterdam caring for my sister’s dog, Basta. This meant restructuring my life around his walk schedule. We spent most of our time in Rembrandt Park, and I often wondered what the painter himself would think of his namesake 357 years after his death; I suspect he’d find it odd. Basta, however, thoroughly approves of the park, even if he lacks enthusiasm for my fixation with its metal air shafts. Every walk became a tug-of-war between his desire to move and my need to photograph those industrial structures.