I went for a walk near my home, along the beach of Aguçadoura. At the turning of the light, I found this solitary flower, open by the edge of the sand. It seemed to be waiting for the exact moment when the day says goodbye, to reveal its purest form. Fragile yet firm, it blooms where almost nothing dares to remain. And there we stayed, the two of us, each quietly admiring the other’s grace.
I like unfinished, imperfect but carefully crafted images, images where words are missing. An incomplete photographer by choice.