My first digital camera was a Fuji Finepix 1400. Yes, the 1400 means that it had a staggering 1.4 Megapixels. That pretty much filled the screens these days, and also the memory cards. The first trip I took the camera to was to Amrum, an island in the North Sea. As I only had a really small memory card at first, I had to reduce the image size. Back then this was fine. Today they look puny.
Visiting Amrum in winter seems like a dumb idea: No rolling in the dunes, no swimming in the sea during long summer nights. Instead, hikes along the frozen beach during brief days, and sauna in the evening.
The tides flood the extended beaches and leave behind compelling patterns, which are brought out to perfection by the low sun.
Freezing and thawing helps to make patterns that the waves alone don’t accomplish.
The coastline looks like the alien landscape of a cratered moon.
I wish I could come up with sculptures like these: Simple, but utterly compelling.
The Inner Frame 