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01Photographs by Marina

I moved almost nothing.

An empty two-lane road curves away between snow banks, flanked by frost-covered pines and birches under a pale blue winter sky.
Seen from directly overhead, a chain of wooden rowing boats lies moored nose to tail across deep blue-green water that is mirroring a sky full of cloud.

Asking it to perform never works.

02

A few frames that stayed

A lone figure in a dark hooded coat stands on a broad shelf of wet rock, facing a row of jagged mountain peaks across a grey sea under a low bank of sunset cloud.
On a wide sandy beach at sunset, a woman with her arms around a man's neck laughs with her head thrown back, her hair blown across the frame, the low sun flaring behind him.
A narrow wooden jetty runs straight away from the viewer across a frozen, snow-dusted lake, its far end dissolving into white fog where the shoreline should be.The corner of a bed in a cream plaster room, with two recessed niches above it — one holding pampas grass in a ribbed white vase, the other candles, two pink roses in a jug and a small book — and a curled sculptural lamp on the ledge below throwing warm light up the wall.
A row of varnished wooden rowing boats lies moored side by side on a still alpine lake of deep teal water, which is holding the reflection of a pale limestone face and dark conifer forest.