At low tide, the sea uncovers what the indifferent wave has abandoned. Crystal transparencies everywhere. Here is a puddle, a small space full of riches and moving shapes, where each clump of seaweed conceals a living creature: an anemone, a rock fish, prawns, a crab. In this crystal world, the ferocious law of the jungle reigns: kill to live, eat or be eaten. Time passes, the tide rises with solemn slowness. The seaweed chants the deep breath of the abyss. The tide reclaims each pool, one after the other. And the sea, tirelessly gentle and cruel, now begins to stir up the past and the future once more.
Digitised black and white version , original colour version