These photographs were taken over the course of a single winter weekend, shortly after my now-wife moved from Argentina to live with me in the UK. I was showing her the edges of my country — its cliffs, its silence, its weather.

At the time, I thought I was just photographing the landscape. But looking back, I see something else entirely: the apprehension that comes at the start of a life-altering relationship. The isolation before intimacy. The fear that opening up might also mean losing something.

The grain, the fog, the vastness — they mirror an emotional distance I hadn’t yet crossed. These images aren’t about her, or even us. They’re about the space just before connection. A visual trace of learning to let someone in.