At the end of an expired roll, baie de somme dissolves into abstraction. Ocean and shore vanish, leaving a horizon of rusted orange against muted green — a seascape conjured by chance.
The twenty-year-old film carries its own memory: dyes unraveling, silver halides drifting toward entropy. The image forgets its subject yet evokes the essence of sea and sky — a horizon without waves, a sunset without a sun.