Florist at Harbor Edge Late Night Maceio

Tungsten light spills across a narrow stall where a florist stands beside a weathered wooden crate, hands paused mid-task. The harbor edge of Maceio hums with damp air from recent rain, settling on the wet pavement. Distant street lamps cast a yellow-orange glow that reflects off the wet wood and the florist's apron. Behind the subject, the dark expanse of the harbor stretches into the night, punctuated by the faint silhouette of moored boats. The dry season keeps the foliage sparse, and the crate's rough grain contrasts with the smooth, wet surfaces nearby. One flower stem rests against the crate's edge, catching the light.