Under a simple blue tent, on the edge of a quiet pier, fishermen gather. Not to sail, but to tend their nets, their primary means of earning a living from the sea. Thread by thread is woven, knot by knot patiently tightened. There are no machines, just their hands and an unwavering spirit.
The shade of the plastic tent blocks the heat of the sun, but it can't hide the fatigue that's starting to show. Children occasionally run among the nets, creating jokes amidst the busyness. Meanwhile, in the distance, the sea remains blue, still vast, as if awaiting their return with renewed vigor, just like the nets they are restoring.
In this place, hard work, togetherness, and hope come together. It's not just about catching fish, but about preserving tradition and ensuring that tomorrow, the ships can sail again.
Note: I am writing in Indonesian and using the help of Google translate to translate into English.
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| Photographer | Smartphone used | Location |
|---|---|---|
| @gunting | Realme C53 | Aceh Province. Indonesian Country. |