A small catch, a serious look
They didn’t smile.
Three boys, standing barefoot in the road, holding fish strung along a stick — their morning work already done.
The smallest one stood in front, serious, almost defiant. Behind him, the others watched quietly.
No performance, no playfulness. Just a moment of being seen.
I took one frame and they stayed exactly as they were.
The story doesn’t end here. These moments are part of a wider journey—across rivers, streets, and lives shaped by water and place.
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