Of the thousands of kilometers that make up Denmark's coastline, the stretch that I know the best is a few kilometers of The Great Belt close to my home. The coast is nothing special actually in a Danish context. It will never have a chance to be included in the Danish Nature Canon. It bears a strong imprint of human presence. If you let your eyes search the horizon, The Great Belt Bridge catches your eyes. If you look down, you see the numerous bathing piers that make the passage of rocks and seaweeds littering the surf zone more comfortable in bare feet. And the many failed attempts to resist erosion of a shoreline that, even though it is sheltered from the dominating western wind, retreats unstoppably in small jerks. I follow the changes that the shoreline undergoes. Quite often during the blue hour, when the sun is far below the horizon and the blue wavelengths dominate the color spectrum. The light is special. It’s also sparse and takes time to capture with the camera's sensor. The breaking waves are erased. The moment disappears. The sensor only sees the velvety sea, the sky and everything that temporarily resists the forces of nature.

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