Strands of rope hang loosely along the mast, each with its own direction and shape. The weave is tight and rhythmic, but the loops and bends betray use and movement. Here, nothing is polished for decoration, it is working material that lives in the rhythm of the water and wind.
The colour of the rope is weathered by sun and salt. Warm beige tones alternate with cool greys, with traces of orange here and there that glow like a silent memory. The braiding pattern is meticulous, like a fabric that offers strength and flexibility at the same time.
In the background, the water is gently faded, as if merely watching the lines that have traversed it so many times before. The composition captures the beauty of the practical, the moment when you stop and see how even the most functional detail can carry its own story.
This image exudes tranquillity and craftsmanship. It shows that in the maritime world, even the smallest parts are indispensable, each with its own role, each woven into the bigger picture of sailing and travel.
Each photograph is a doorway to another world.
Maybe a world you recognise, maybe one you only discover as soon as you look at it.
Sometimes they are fragments of a memory that never really existed, sometimes a feeling you can't put into words.
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