Connor Langford

In the stillness of the morning. Before the sun rises. I hear the sounds of the ocean washing up on shore, I hear the voices of locals down by the water. I wake up, load up my film, grab my gear and make my way out of my wooden hut. Walking along the sand towards the shore the voices get louder. I walk up over a small dune to the sights of fishermen scattered along the shore, fishing by hand and nets.