A delivery boat cuts the main canal on Murano at speed — one man steering, another sitting on a lumber stack, Trattoria Al Frati’s dock terrace sitting mostly empty in the background. Overcast sky, peeling facades, a working island doing what working islands actually do. This is the Murano that exists once you walk past the glass shop strip. Quieter, less curated, more honest. On what both islands look like once the postcard wears off: Murano and Burano Are Beautiful for About Five Minutes.

There’s a version of travel photography that involves light stands, permits, pre-dawn location scouting, and a pelican case full of glass. That’s not what this is. What this is — a woman moving along the marble terraces of the Bahá’í Gardens in Haifa, Sony mirrorless raised, backpack on, sunglasses pushed up into her hair because she forgot to take them off — is the other kind. The kind most people actually do. The kind that produces, against all odds, most of the photographs worth looking at.