On The Danish Coast, The Earth Beneath Us Speaks In Patterns

The beauty of a calm, satin-like seascape is momentarily lost when one realizes that such perfection will not last. Beneath the surface, tidal conversations roll over one another while the push and pull of wind and currents whip placid fluid to foam. In the breaking of a wave on land, the world splits open and makes itself anew. Sea water leaves the shoreline changed; the greedy lust of textured whitewash flecking it with illegible patterns. Such marks can only be read by a discerning eye; in the folds of sand and scatterings of water is the story of what came before, a sedimentary narrative penned by an unknown author.

In the waters off the Danish coastline, the sleek form of the Range Rover Evoque mirrored the dark flatness of the North Sea, its wheels moving the water to whiteness. With the exterior of the compact SUV decorated with aeolian tears, the rhythm and repetition of nature journeyed as a passenger of the Range Rover, traveling with the car across sand, sea and dirt. Beside the textures wrought on the shoreline by tides, temperatures and tempests, lay the impressions of the Evoque’s weight and movement. Its own journey through the land writ large on its body, typed out in salt water, sand and dirt.