Long exposure dissolves the icebergs form - soft, translucent, suspended between appearance and memory. Behind it, the coastal rock formations remain sharp, fixed in their own geological time. Between the two, a quiet rupture opens: the fleeting beside the enduring, the memory beside the present. The iceberg the camera holds here no longer exists in this form - vanished, the way a dream dissolves on waking. What remains is the landscape that once surrounded it, and an image suspended between reality and the past.