The beach still breathes silence. The sea is out of sight, but its presence is palpable in the soft salty scent hanging in the air. The row of beach chairs line up neatly, each facing the horizon, waiting for the first visitors. The early morning light lays a warm glow over the sand, painting the sky in soft shades of pink, orange and purple.
There is something almost human about these chairs, as if they are all sitting in anticipation of a performance that has yet to begin. The umbrellas offer shade that is not yet needed, their white cloths contrasting brightly with the dark sky above them.
This is the hour when the world is still turning slowly. The sounds are muffled, the footsteps in the sand are still fresh and sparse. Those who walk here now see the beach in its purest form, undisturbed by crowds or voices.
It is a moment you almost don't want to share, afraid the magic would disappear. Here, in the early glow, lies the promise of a day full of sun, warmth and life, but for now there is only peace.
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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