Bathed in a soft, golden-hour glow, she stands at the water’s edge in a tailored ivory coat, hands pressed to her lips against a brisk seaside breeze. Strands of dark hair drift across her face, catching flecks of sunlight like liquid amber. Behind her, gentle waves roll in under a pale sky, their muted turquoise and sand­stone tones echoing the calm yet brisk mood. The quiet tension between her protective posture and the vast, open shoreline creates an intimate, almost secret moment—where warmth and chill, light and shadow, meet in a single, breath-caught frame
Bathed in a soft, golden-hour glow, she stands at the water’s edge in a tailored ivory coat, hands pressed to her lips against a brisk seaside breeze. Strands of dark hair drift across her face, catching flecks of sunlight like liquid amber. Behind her, gentle waves roll in under a pale sky, their muted turquoise and sand­stone tones echoing the calm yet brisk mood. The quiet tension between her protective posture and the vast, open shoreline creates an intimate, almost secret moment—where warmth and chill, light and shadow, meet in a single, breath-caught frame

Morning Chill on Sandy Shore | 沙岸清晨寒意

She braces against the cold seaside breeze. | 双手护寒，凝望海面。
  • 50mm
  • ƒ/3.5
  • 1/250s
  • ISO 64
  • 0ev