Mending Nets - Nets stretch open beneath a watercolor sky, the labor yet to begin. Light carries the hush before movement.

Mending Nets - n practiced silence, her hands restore the day's torn netting - rhythm bound by memory, mending what salt has unraveled.

Mending Nets - Held taut between boats, the net gleams like thread spun from light. Between two silhouettes, labor glows.
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Mending Nets - At sunrise, a quiet arc of labor opens the day - a single cast met by the hush of water. In this stillness, the rhythm of sea and shore begins, where what is torn will later be made whole.

Mending Nets - As the sun rises, boats return bearing the night's harvest and broken nets. Soon, the work of women will begin - binding sea to shore with each repair.

Mending Nets

The unseen hands of the sea

At dawn, when the boats return from sea, the mending begins. While the fishermen cast wide into the ocean, it is the women who restore what’s frayed — knot by knot, thread by thread. This series honors the quiet duality of labor and care, of leaving and returning, of holding what the water wears down.

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