I’m drawn to coastal life, and to the people who inhabit it. There’s a way of being that belongs to those who grow up facing the sea: more open, more porous, used to a horizon that never quite closes.

I’ve always felt there’s a quiet divide between people of the coast and people of the inland. The sea is a border that connects; it brings tides, weather, strangers, things that arrive and things that leave, and living beside it teaches a certain readiness to let the world come and go. Further from the water, life folds inward, holds its shape, trusts what stays. Neither is truer than the other. But the coast is where I belong, and this is my attempt to photograph that particular openness: people shaped by an edge, living where the land agrees to end.