This location, in front of an old sanatorium turned 5 star hotel, is where I reacquainted myself to sea. The strange teen age would deter me of the shores, but by becoming adult I'd return to my childhood.
2015 was an extraordinary year of struggle and success. This beach was where I found some mindful time during the transition.
That fall I would leave for a semester in Sweden. On the very last day I went to that shore and bathed, a group of fish began to school in circles around me. A singular event that somehow felt like nature's blessing. Simply beautiful.
Upon returning and for Summer 2016, I purchased the old Canon for £1 to fulfill beach duties. It died after a couple of rolls, just by season start in July. On a check during October it responded, so decided to load another roll.
The film was from a friend's late father, expired in 2015 and found during a cleaning of his shed. A shed showing the character of a man who I'd never meet, passing away a year before. And the shed would be emptied for renovation.
This was one of the last shots I could take with that camera before it died.
Its character is reminiscent to the past, an essence of childhood during the salt water bath.
A photograph, as a sculpture of time and with the cycles of life and death behind its story. Where the waves stand still.