Five villages hold on to the same stretch of cliff. I spent a week walking between them before the trains brought the day-trippers, and after the last one left.
The Photographs
Frame 14 · blue hour The harbor just after sunset, the first lights coming on in the stacked houses. 
Frame 03 · first light The same village from the breakwater the next morning, boats pulled up on the slipway. 
Frame 22 · late morning The coast from the hill path above, the town spilling down to green water. 
Frame 27 · midday On the ferry between villages, a passenger watching the shore slide past. 
Frame 35 · evening The road out, winding round the dry hillside above the sea.
Field Notes
How It Was Made
Light
Most of the story is the hour before sunrise and the hour after sunset, when the houses glow and the crowds are gone.
Access
On foot between villages, and by ferry when the path was closed. No drone, no tripod on the trains.
Gear
[Camera body], [two prime lenses], and a lot of walking shoes.
This story is in the print shop as Harbor at Blue Hour, signed and numbered.
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