I love the way a single frame can pull you into a whole world. One of my favorites is that quiet street portrait from a small coastal town – a woman in a faded blue coat, standing at the edge of a pier, staring out over waves that seem to whisper her name. At first it’s just a portrait, but the salt‑crusted hands, the way her coat flutters in the wind, and that distant gull call hint at a life of tide‑bound work, long days of catching nets, and a quiet resilience that isn’t written anywhere else. It’s a snapshot that feels like a chapter in a story you’re just beginning to read.