Fishermen and Echo of Little Waves
It is always good to observe the fishermen's activity during the afternoon. A common sight that took my mind to imagine the way to live their life. They poured out all the energy to drag this stuff and tried to forget about their skin that was being burned by the hot sun. Look, they still smiled with this job; no burden haunted their life. Their weathered faces were always on the lookout. Buried their feet under the sand where the power came from.
They have probably working for decades in the open air, while their skin tanned and thick, which showed life must go on no matter what it takes. I recalled my memory when I was kid where my grandpa made me witness his activity on the shore. A bit of flashback that immediately made me daydream when he rocked back on his worn heels, with his muscular hand, he pushed the boa,t and his eyes cast weary into the summery onshore breeze.
I assumed that I just spent one hour on the dock, and I returned to the beach where I found a group of people bustling to haul the boat. While witnessing the activity of fishermen, it was something that I could feel the magical echo of the little waves coming from the vast ocean.
| Camera | Nikon D7000 |
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| Category | People Photography |
| Lens | Tamron Tele-Macro 70-300 |