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Every natural found object that I chose to photograph was cast out by the sea. Often small fragments or shards, seemingly insignificant and sometimes unrecognizable, each one contains evidence of a history that resides in its shape, its texture, its flaws, its size, its state of decay.

On my walks along various shores, each one “called” to me in a way that only silent objects can and I felt the need to study it closely, as though it might offer a clue to a secret world I have tried to capture in my digital photographs.


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