An old fisherman sits on a rickety wooden dock at dawn, his figure silhouetted against the soft, pastel hues of a waking sky. He wears a capoch (old, worn-out cap) casting a long shadow under his wrinkled, weather-beaten face. Using a long shot, the scene captures the vast, open seascape before him, the calm water behaving almost seallike in its gentle, rhythmic movement. The depth of the shot is emphasized with the placement of solitary seagulls further out in the water, appearing as tiny white specks against the navy blue. The camera angle is slightly low, elevating the fisherman as a dominant subject in the frame, his solitary figure balanced against the vastness of the sea. At his feet, fishing nets are expertly coiled and fishing tools are laid out, all ready for the day’s hard work. He stares out into the horizon, his far-off look suggesting an inner digressiveness. The scene is motionless, top-lit by the emerging sun, creating a powerful image of quiet determination and ambiguity.