Salt

Salt is the first theme we argued about. It seemed too small — a seasoning, a chemistry note. Then the work began arriving and we understood that salt is one of the few subjects that is simultaneously a place, a job, and a climate. It preserves and it corrodes. It is the residue that proves something happened: labour, weather, tide.

In this issue, fish racks on a northern shore read as architecture — vernacular buildings raised for an audience of wind. The arctic blue hour arrives not as a time of day but as a colour that settles over everything, the way brine settles into timber. And in the monsoon belt, rooms wait out the rain with the doors open, because the rain is also the harvest.

Three coasts, one mineral, no metaphors forced on the work. The photographs earned the theme; we just followed them. Taste for yourself.