Shot over a few evenings in 2025, this short series looks straight down at the edge where the land gives out and the sea takes over.

From directly overhead the coast stops being a view and becomes a pattern. Kelp beds spread like dark ink across the shallows. Surf draws white lines that never sit still.

Turquoise water over sand gives way, within a few metres, to the deep green-black of colder, deeper channels. Driftwood collects in the runnels, pale against the wet stone. There is no horizon here, and that is the point.

Looking down flattens the drama and replaces it with texture: rock, foam, weed, sand, repeated and rearranged along every metre of shore. Each frame is a small map of a place that rewrites itself with every tide.

A reminder that some of the most familiar coastline is worth looking at from an angle we almost never get to appreciate.