The Horizon

The inaccessible point zero. The sky meeting the sea.
The double doors of the horizon. In all times a source of thoughts about the quality of existence: origin, life and death.
“Open are the double doors of the horizon, unlocked are it’s bolts“. (The pyramid of Una, eastern wall 2345 BC.).
An empty line, the simplest of forms. Always the same, always different. Questions I am trying to visualize without providing answers.
Ydrehall, on the shore of Kattegat, next to the western leg of the navigation mark. The camera pointing southwest. The picture always the same, always different. Devoid of content.