Found in a small fishing village, 2 hours from Havana |
I love this picture. I love the act of him throwing the net into the wind and the freedom with which it then moves, as if the great force of the sea is instilled within it. The power of the wind echoes that of the tide so that the net embodies the traveling white horses, that dance on the surface with the delicacy of lace despite the rising power beneath.
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