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Worlds
The lake is so still the aurora doubles, and the horizon is the only thing you have to take on faith.
14 works, each at its moment
A whale, on the floor of the sea
A turtle over the reef
The count was eleven when his father wrote it down
THE ONE IN FRONT
The lamp under the bell was on before anyone arrived
Kelp fronds moving in a slow current against black water.
THE NIGHT THE LAKE STOPPED
THE ONES WHO WAIT FOR IT
WHERE THE SPOKES STOP
A boat on a wide pale river in flat daylight, the far bank a continuous line of standing birds.
THE ONES IN PARTY DRESSES
The deep bell
Translucency, which is the hardest thing on this list.
The deep
Two minutes of open water with nothing to anchor scale but behaviour.
The fluorescing reef
Macro coral with its own light source.
The one who never eats first
Second film, same lane, same grade.
The ground that wanted her
Chicks crossing a salt pan. Ninety seconds, narrated, graded.
The launch
Insect macro, where anatomy has nowhere to hide.
Eight days of remembering
A herd on cracked ground, held wide.