When I discovered these photos at the lab, the last image immediately made me think again about the reasons why I take photographs. I thought that my own life -and yours- was like that negative, partly burnt already. Except that we can't open the roll and check it, to see what's left of the whole image. I don't see how I could be moved by beauty everyday without being obsessed by death; maybe some people can do it, not me. Funny it happened on a photo of the ocean, the place I hang on to when I need to forget about disappearance.