He came to me from across the sea’s, speaking of origins. “Is it possible to visualise the sea as primitive man once saw it, in its original pristine state?” he asked.
As I searched the shore that I stood upon with a camera as old as myself, film delicately loaded around a spool within, I looked I watched I waited.
I saw much; I saw a rhythm, an ebb and flow, forwards and backwards. I imagined what the first man might have thought with his first sight of what was before me, and I felt that presence, I felt a time of return, a time to start to move backwards.