Vinterhamn

Bohuslän in January is almost monochrome, but not quite. There is a faint rose in the granite around three in the afternoon that lasts perhaps twelve minutes, and I spent most of the trip waiting for it.

The fishing sheds are painted the same red they have been for a century. Against grey water and frost, that red becomes the loudest thing for miles.

I photographed mostly from the piers, hands numb, working slowly on film. The slowness shows, and I think that's what makes the series hold together.