From Shore To Rails
A young woman in black sits on pebbles facing the surf, coat pooled around her and an open-back top.
She lifts her arms high on the beach, strappy crop top revealed under a soft jacket and early spring sun.
On massive concrete blocks by rough water, the woman sits in a long coat, eyes lowered, hair swept sideways.
Reclining on weathered stone above the tide, she gazes at the camera, one arm curved behind her head.
Perched on a tilted slab, legs crossed, she faces the restless sea in a dark coat, steady and composed.
Crouched beneath a jutting rock, the woman meets the lens directly, coat wrapped close and hair whipped by shore wind.
She reclines against a crumbling wall, arm reaching across rippled sand, eyes lifted toward light in a quiet, raw frame.
A close portrait peers past a foreground stone as red curls flicker in sun and her steady gaze holds.
Seated against a weathered cylinder by the water, she leans back, coat open, freckles bright and hair moving.
In a leather jacket, she lies beside twin rails, hand on chest, shadows slanting across grass and metal.
Sitting between rails, head tipped to the light, she steadies herself with both hands, jacket gleaming against muted ground.
An upside-down closeup frames her face between rusty track edges and soft grasses, lashes catching light as she looks back.