Once, the harbour held the salt-stained hulls of weary ships, its arms wrapped around them like a mother in the storm.
Now the timbers splinter and the stones crumble, yet gulls still circle and waves still hum against its bones.
In its brokenness, it whispers to the wandering soul — there is still beauty here, even in what has fallen.

Captured at Princes Piers, Port Melbourne, Victoria, Australia.

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These frames are my finest—moments where light and stillness conspired to hold the world in breathless pause.

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