The sun burns softly on his skin as he, with steady hand and calm gaze, surveys the deck. His silver-grey beard catches the light and reflects the wisdom of many years at sea. The cap, weathered T-shirt and dark sunglasses tell a story of someone at home on the water.
There is a certain calmness in his posture. As if he knows exactly what the sea is up to, even before the waves themselves know. His hand rests on a cloth-wrapped mast, fingers slightly flexed, accustomed to the rhythm of ropes, sails and wind. This is no tourist or casual passer-by. This is a man who reads the horizon like an open book.
Behind him, the green mainland fades, but in front of him lies the open sea, unbounded and inviting. In his presence, you sense the old sailor's wisdom: that the water is always bigger than yourself, and that respect for the elements is the first rule.
This picture is an ode to the people who spend their lives among the waves, where every line of face and every sun bleach in the fabric carries a story.
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.
In my photography, I search for..
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