A bewilderment is not a picture of a place—more like the sign of a condition, or a state, induced by being somewhere. This was a place called Parnidis on the Baltic coast, during a late, mild winter. It’s a long, long dune, an entirely fluid form of air, sand and the waters of the sea and lagoon, where everything can be different from what it is. The images represent something that doesn’t exist anymore. By now, some tracks will have been erased, some trees split by ice, perhaps a dune scoured into the sea, because everything is always disappearing and there is no way to describe it or tell it either.