The coast at its quietest: fog, slack tide and the hour before light. A long-running series, added to every winter.
08.02
A lone marker post standing in flat, silver water under a white sky.
08.03
A ninety-second exposure flattens the swell to glass.
08.04
A line of ships at anchor, almost lost in grey fog.
08.05
First light, slack tide. The waves were there; the shutter simply outlasted them.
08.06
Fog pouring over a dark wooded ridge, in black and white.
