Between Two Continents

A city suspended between Europe and Asia — where light drifts through salt air and the rhythm of lives crossing the strait. Every frame carries a quiet tension: between movement and stillness, between the familiar and the foreign, between what departs and what remains. Here, the sea remembers. The light lingers on faces, hands, and wings — ordinary moments turned sacred by their fleetingness.

Every frame is a held breath between arrivals, a glimpse of tenderness that survives the howl outside.