Photographs of the sea in the bitterly cold lands of the north, where heavy grey clouds hang low for days and a raging surf claws at the shoreline, sweeping away the debris of human life: fishing gear, the carcasses of fish and marine mammals, seaweed and shells. Then a day comes when the wind falls still and silence fills the coast, and the sea becomes a silken expanse without a wrinkle that reflects the uniformly pale grey sky, its surface like liquid mercury. Water, grass, stone, sand, clouds, wind, ice and snow are put together and come apart again, yet always point back to the sea, a silent surface that at times seems a gateway into another world.