Ekaterina Vasilyeva is a freelance photographer working in a mixed genre of documentary and fine-art photography and is based in St. Petersburg, Russia. Ekaterina recently sent us her project 40 Days Of High And Low Tides, a visual narrative of the end of her stay in England where she had been living for two years. Her last 40 days of residence took place in Herne Bay, Kent, and this is what her project follows.

There were two things that drew us in about this project; one is that it was shot all on film, and two it is all in black and white. We love the consistency of the format, something that is getting rarer nowadays with all the great variety of technology available to us. The simplicity and ease of looking through this lovely narrative is so enjoyable and calming, and the charming and quirky town of Herne Bay is revealed slowly through it.

The series was taken when I was living in Kent, where I spent two years before going back home to Russia.

It happened that in the last forty days of my stay, my residence in England became a small town in the coastal town of Herne Bay. Every weekend I took a bus to the sea and took long walks between the coastal towns. In the 19th century, this coastal region contained some of the finest countryside in Britain and was used as London’s lungs, an escape from the squalor, stench and noise of the big city.

The proximity to the sea allowed me to observe its daily tides. Walking along the shore I could see that within an hour, the water had already been changing its position, and after a few hours it looked quite different. The sea had retreated revealing wet sand with many shells. Small cavities with stones in the middle were filled with water. Somewhere in a distance, noisy waves were moving back and forth.

Gradually they approached the original shore line, hiding all that I had seen beneath them again. The phase sequence of the tides is defined by two maxima and two minima in their daily course. A person has their own internal tides, just like the sea, but our experiences live under their own laws, emotional waves ebbing and flowing follow each other, gradually calming down.

This process is not smooth, however, but rather abrupt. These days helped me to comprehend and articulate my visual perception of provincial England. More precisely the town of Kent, which was my home for two years.

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