On photographer Mark Kelly’s online portfolio there is a series of photos of an abandoned building. It might be a mansion or a hotel. The rooms are brightened by dashes of colour, a pink wall, then a blue one, a wooden balustrade that ends with a volute curled like a fiddlehead at the bottom of a flight of stairs. Then there is sand. The building is filled with swells of sand as if the tide of a dry ocean is rising.