The image settles into you quietly: a single fisherman sits on a folding chair at the edge of a wide, calm shoreline, his back to the camera, his long rod cutting a clean diagonal line across the frame and pointing toward the open water. The sea is flat and muted, neither blue nor gray but something in between, as if the day itself is undecided. A string of floating buoys drifts parallel to the coast, gently interrupting the surface, while distant mountains fade into a hazy horizon that almost dissolves into the sky.