"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”
Rebecca Solnit: A Field Guide to Getting Lost
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, I walked from Whitstable on the East coast to St Ives on the West coast. As I walked along England’s southern shoreline, I tried to capture simple moments that seemed to bear some kind of greater, existential relevance.