Harbors always had a certain kind of magic. The smell is unique, a mixture of water, fish and oil. The sound of waves, rocking boats clashing against the piers and seagulls.

And area to prowl around or just sit down for a while and observe the hustle and bustle of a working fishing harbor and the gulls searching for leftovers from the last successful fishing hauls.

And finally endless opportunities for images - scapes, boats, details.

And maybe the creativíty didn't stop when shooting and you continue in the night at the notebook creating an image appearing more like a painting than an image ... electronic image processing can be wonderful.

The magic still remains and the memories will not fade just as the image seems to.