When the sun sinks and the sky colours in soft tones, this place turns into something special. The wooden structure stands quietly at the edge of the beach, surrounded by tall trees and silence after day.
The building seems abandoned but still carries the story of voices that sounded here, glasses tapping, music blowing with the wind. A place that holds memories without voicing them.
This picture was taken in the last light of day. Nothing was set up, nothing staged. Just the moment as it was. Layered, dark, and yet warm.
An image for those who love places that whisper a story. Of deserted tables, empty beaches and the magic of what has just been.
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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