"For many years, I have been moved by the blue at the far edge of what can be seen, that color of horizons, of remote mountain ranges, of anything far away. The color of that distance is the color of an emotion, the color of solitude and of desire, the color of there seen from here, the color of where you are not. And the color of where you can never go. For the blue is not in the place those miles away at the horizon, but in the atmospheric distance between you and the mountains. Blue is the color of longing for the distances you never arrive in, for the blue world."

Rebecca Solnit: A Field Guide to Getting Lost


I walked the South Coast of England, from Whitstable on the East to St Ives on the West, a walk of approximately 350 miles. Coming from the Midlands, the part of England furthest from the sea, I was curious to explore where the built up urban expanse gives way to the openness of the sea's edge. I had once read how our fascination with staring out to sea is linked to death, due to being confronted with the vast emptiness that exists at the edge of land, and not being able to see beyond the horizon. With this in mind, and primarily using the blue horizon of the English Channel as a backdrop, I tried to capture simple moments that seemed to bear some kind of greater, existential relevance.