This photograph struck me not so much for what it shows, but for what cannot be seen.
From the men of the sea a chant reached me; they were hauling in the nets cast further out, in the bewitching blue, and I was left with no way of bringing it to you.
What remains is the image.
And your imagination.
Let yourselves wander through an ancestral chant, entangled in harmonies loosed on the wind.
Perhaps there are sounds that are even harder to describe than images… even those that are worth a thousand words.