The sea needs no such reimagining. Her sounds and rhythms resonate within me, whether on a ship in the middle of the ocean or at her fringes where she meets land, sand, shingle, rock or vegetation. I can watch her changing colours and moods for hours; barefooted, follow the ebbing tide exploring the gifts left behind. It is a joy to drag my hands through her, to feel her push and pull against my body, and the flotsam and jetsam carried and rocked by the wash of her waves. I inhale her salty tang, and taste it as I pass my tongue along, up, over and down my lips. These black and white and colour photographs hold emotions, memories, reawakened when I see them, of my relationship with her, the role she has played in my life, and what has been forever absorbed of the sea in me.