17:53

Without warning, the sky slipped under my feet. A shadow was added and I ran to capture its beauty.
The flicker of the image flowing with the waves. An evanescent reality caught in the fluidity of the foam, without time nor location and
always on the point of disappearing.
The sand, transformed into a mirror under the light of the North Sea,gives us a glimpse of the very essence of impermanence.

The ebb andflow make appearance and disappearance coexist. The image neveroffers itself in the same way. Transformation imposes its frantic
rhythm and engages the visible and the invisible in a coexistence, in a superposition of states.

An impalpable trace that raises the question of what is real.