Low Tide — West Wittering

A line of weathered groynes emerges from the pebbled shore at West Wittering, dissolving gradually into a calm horizon. The long exposure smooths the water into a pale veil, softening movement into something closer to breath than wave.

The composition is spare and deliberate — wood, stone, sea, sky — each element held in quiet balance. The distant marker punctuates the horizon, a subtle reminder of direction within an otherwise open expanse.

There is no drama here, only stillness. The sea does not crash or retreat; it simply exists, suspended between motion and rest. The photograph reflects on patience — the way the shoreline absorbs time, and how even the most solid forms slowly yield to water.