TITLE: The Landscape of uncertainty

Clouds hanging low, just above the sea, which already despaired in a far distance and now existing as a tiny line, far away from the coast line exposing muddy desert. Cold and silence, No murmur of the water or crushing waves. But if you close yours eyes and take a deep breath you can smell sea weather in the air.
Sea? or river? Where is the border? Where is the line? When the tide come, waters mixes and entangle here. Boats left in the mud starts to sway and they metal ropes jingle in the air. The waves come closer and closer timidly encouraged by the wind.

AUTHOR: Ewa Koziol (Poland)