Like an ancient script written by the sea, delicate patterns emerge as the tide recedes, leaving behind flowing lines and organic shapes. The Arctic waters inscribe a fleeting message onto the sand—a silent poem destined to vanish with the next wave.
These fractal-like patterns are remnants of the ocean's breath on the shore. As the water retreats, it leaves behind intricate trails that mirror the branching structures found in trees, lightning, and river systems. It is a silent, poetic imprint of the Arctic's raw and transient beauty.
I feel an overwhelming need to tell and share.
Because my nature is prone to storytelling, this burning need to photograph and tell comes from deep within myself.
A sensitive soul in connection with the harmony of the universe should grasp and decide which style fits best with this reality and with the message they want to convey.
I have always had the tendency and presumption to tell what strikes me about the world as my eyes see it.
And to quote Kant, "to show how it is processed once filtered through the coloured lenses of my eyes".
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