The small shape of man in contrast to the big, round earth. It is like resetting the sense of space. Leaving confined and artificial spaces I let my eyes travel to the horizon back, and the tiny person in the foreground adds a dimension of depth to the disembodied travel. Seagulls chat in the air above, and the waves run onto the shore as they have been doing millions of years before man came, and will do so when he’s long gone. An ocean strand is the perfect capsule of time.