MAGIC WAVES

For four years, Maroubra was my home. Not the home I was born into — the home I chose. A local suburb facing the sea in Sydney, with the kind of unhurried life that felt familiar to a kid from the suburbs of Rio de Janeiro.
I had a cliff I always returned to. I'd buy a coffee, sit down, and spend hours watching the ocean. Not waiting for anything in particular. Just present.
These two photographs happened in those hours. A wave breaks, the spray catches the light at exactly the right angle, and for a fraction of a second a rainbow appears inside the wave itself.
I've seen it a few more times since. But I wasn't always carrying a camera. Those waves exist only in my memory now — and every now and then, I go back to visit them.