St. Andrews has a soul all its own—earned, not polished. Grit and beauty live side by side here, along with a quiet honesty you don’t fake. Through my camera, I try to catch the moments that make this place what it is: a tugboat working the bay, a pelican folding into the water, a fisherman throwing a net at dusk. As the sun drops and the bay turns gold, music spills into the street, crowds gather outside local restaurants, and St. Andrews does what it’s always done—shows up, just as it is.