Arctic Terns move between air and water, between north and south, between being territorial and migratory, between Arctic and Antarctic. Their life is lived in the world between worlds, the interstices, where they slip through the gaps in between.
We can barely comprehend their lives, even taken at 20 frames a second. I love their interactions, their social and parental behaviours, all lived at a pace beyond human understanding.
Here, time slowed, as one hovered above, and I took a long exposure to capture something of their etherial beauty. This Tern moved the air under its wings while keeping its head perfectly still for a moment that is gone, and lost forever. Almost. It still exists here, in the world in-between.