waiting for the light
at palma beach, as the sun started its quiet descent, the boardwalk seemed to pause. the sea reflected its final whispers of light, while two strangers stood, framed by the horizon. the man, scrolling on his phone, oblivious to the grandeur in front of him. the woman, camera in hand, ready to capture it. two worlds separated by the lens.
the sun’s flare pierced through his silhouette, almost as if reminding him to look up, while the waves rolled on, unbothered by the smallness of us all.
the contrast of their actions—one recording a moment, the other letting it pass—is what keeps this photo alive. it’s a snapshot of the mundane, elevated by the timeless beauty of a sunset.
waiting for the light
at palma beach, as the sun started its quiet descent, the boardwalk seemed to pause. the sea reflected its final whispers of light, while two strangers stood, framed by the horizon. the man, scrolling on his phone, oblivious to the grandeur in front of him. the woman, camera in hand, ready to capture it. two worlds separated by the lens.
the sun’s flare pierced through his silhouette, almost as if reminding him to look up, while the waves rolled on, unbothered by the smallness of us all.
the contrast of their actions—one recording a moment, the other letting it pass—is what keeps this photo alive. it’s a snapshot of the mundane, elevated by the timeless beauty of a sunset.