Looking Down, Not Out
I took this image because it felt quietly ironic. Here we are at the beach with wide open skies, the calm of the sea, and yet every single person is absorbed in something handheld. A magazine, a phone, a snack, even a sleeve. The view is in front of them, but their attention is inward, focused and hunched. I was drawn to the way these figures echoed one another, framed by those elegant white benches that curve like parentheses around private little worlds. A study in contrast: openness all around, but the gaze directed down.
Looking Down, Not Out
I took this image because it felt quietly ironic. Here we are at the beach with wide open skies, the calm of the sea, and yet every single person is absorbed in something handheld. A magazine, a phone, a snack, even a sleeve. The view is in front of them, but their attention is inward, focused and hunched. I was drawn to the way these figures echoed one another, framed by those elegant white benches that curve like parentheses around private little worlds. A study in contrast: openness all around, but the gaze directed down.