“If the private life of the sea could ever be transposed onto paper, it would talk not about rivers or rain or glaciers or of molecules of oxygen and hydrogen, but of the millions of encounters its waters have shared with creatures of another nature.”
Federico Chini, The Sea Of Forgotten Memories
The calming sound of waves washing on and away from the stony shore. Polished driftwood being left behind when the high tides make way for the low tides. Grasses stubbornly growing between the slippery rocks, enduring the salty air and surrounded by the ever expanding seaweed. Skeletal remains of crabs amid shells thrown down by birds for the flesh within.
The sea is more than water, absorbing that which it hungers for and letting it resurface after it’s near forgotten.
(All photos taken in the vicinity of Mosvik, Norway, with a view over Beitstadfjord. Beitstadfjord is adjoined to Trondheimsfjord, which receives salt water through it’s open connection with the Norwegian Sea/North Atlantic Ocean.)