The sky rests upon the ocean. Some days it feels like a heavy weight, an oppressive force. On others, it slides across the surface like ice on a mirror, with an unnoticed lightness. But the sky sets the ocean’s mood. The beauty in documenting it, is in a fine paradoxical sliver. And the paradox is the horizon, because it is here where the sky and ocean meet, it is here we observe that heaviness or lightness.
The meeting of water is entanglement waiting to happen. Gas and liquid have their properties illuminated by photons. Two slabs of grey H2O sandwich a sliver of silver.