For twenty years, Anselm Rook has returned to the same stretch of coast in the far north, pitching his camera at the same tidal mark and waiting for the light to arrive. The resulting photographs are less landscapes than records of anticipation.

Rook works in large format and prints in his own darkroom, and the physical weight of the prints is part of their argument: here is a place, and here is the time it took to see it.