Lumesaju peidetud öötaevas muutus rahutuks.

The night sky hidden by the snowfall became restless.

Kert seisis Kihnu saare suunas liikuvatel praamil, hoides kaamerat käes.

Kert stood on the ferry heading towards Kihnu Island, holding a camera in his hand.

Tema süda põksus ärevusest ja kimbatusest.

His heart pounded with excitement and confusion.

Kõige muu kõrval piinasid teda mõtted omaenda kultuurijuurtest.

Above all, he was tormented by thoughts of his own cultural roots.

Maarika, tema elurõõmus sugulane, seisis tema kõrval, silmad säramas seiklusihast.

Maarika, his cheerful relative, stood next to him, her eyes shining with a thirst for adventure.

Nende kõrval oli Triinu, kohalik giid, kelle silmadest paistis sügav tarkus ja lahkus.

Beside them was Triinu, a local guide with eyes that displayed deep wisdom and kindness.

Kihnu saar kerkis nähtavale läbi tiheda udu ja keset kleeplindi sarnast jäist tuult.

Kihnu Island emerged into view through the thick fog and amidst the icy wind that was like adhesive tape.

Maarika rääkis Kertile vanadest lugudest, mida tema vanaema oli rääkinud, ja sellest, kui tähtis on hoida need elus.

Maarika talked to Kert about old stories her grandmother had told and the importance of keeping them alive.

Triinu, kuulanud vaikselt, lisas: „Paljud noored ei tunne enam huvi meie traditsioonide vastu.

Having listened quietly, Triinu added, "Many young people no longer have an interest in our traditions.

Seda on raske vaadata."

It's hard to watch."

Kert mõistis, et praami jõudmine saarele oli ainult esimene samm.

Kert realized that the ferry's arrival on the island was only the first step.

Ta pidi leidma viisi, kuidas jäädvustada festivali hing ilma eksimiseta või kellegi tunnete haavamata.

He needed to find a way to capture the spirit of the festival without errors or hurting anyone's feelings.

Tuul kippus kergelt tema mantli allapoole, nii et Kert siputas endas tekkinud külmavärina minema.

The wind lightly tugged beneath his coat, so Kert shook off the chill that had formed within him.

Festivali paik oli uhke ja kutsuv, kuigi vaikne ja rahulik.

The festival site was proud and inviting, though quiet and peaceful.

Lumi kaunistas kõike, andes kõigele maagilise varjundi.

Snow adorned everything, giving it a magical hue.

Inimesed kandsid traditsioonilisi villaseid mustreid, laudid olid kaetud kindade ja mütsidega, ning õhus oli midagi soojendavat.

People wore traditional woolen patterns, tables were covered with gloves and hats, and there was something warming in the air.

Kert seisis, kaamera õlal, püüdes sobivat võttenurka leida, kui Maarika käskis tal kohalikega rääkida.

Kert stood with the camera on his shoulder, trying to find the right angle, as Maarika instructed him to talk to the locals.

Kert otsustas siseneda vestlustesse, küsida lugusid ja hetkede tähendusi.

Kert decided to engage in conversations, asking for stories and meanings of moments.

Maarika ja Triinu olid alati tema seljal, ümbritsedes teda keelte ja traditsioonide maailmaga, mis temaga siiani võõras oli.

Maarika and Triinu were always at his side, surrounding him with a world of languages and traditions that were foreign to him until now.

Öö saabudes oli festival jõudnud oma tipphetkeni.

As night fell, the festival reached its peak.

Täiskuu valgustas massiivset tantsuringi, kus inimesed tähistasid harmoonias, mida Kert püüdis fotona tabada.

A full moon illuminated a massive dance circle, where people celebrated in a harmony that Kert tried to capture in a photograph.

Kuid tema kaamera andis alla; patareid surid just sellel hetkel, kui valgus kõige kaunim oli.

But his camera gave up; the batteries died just at the moment when the light was most beautiful.

Maarika, tunnetades Kerti pettumust, pakkus: „Võib-olla peaksid lihtsalt vaatama ja tundma."

Sensing Kert's disappointment, Maarika offered, "Maybe you should just watch and feel."

Triinu kiitis heaks: „Mõned asjad tuleb lihtsalt kogeda, mitte ainult nende pilti teha."

Triinu agreed, "Some things need to be experienced, not just photographed."

Kolmik istus pimeduses põleva lõkke ümber, igaüks mitte ainult oma mõtetes, vaid ka tulesoojuses, mis neid ümbritses.

The trio sat around a burning fire in the darkness, each not only with their thoughts but also in the warmth of the fire surrounding them.

Aga siis tuli idee - festivalist tuleb jutustada teisiti, sõnade kaudu.

But then an idea came—stories about the festival should be told differently, through words.

Kert, Maarika ja Triinu otsustasid muuta oma päeva kogemuse dokumentaalseks jutustuseks.

Kert, Maarika, and Triinu decided to turn their day's experience into a documentary narrative.

Maarika jutud ja Triinu sügavad teadmised olid täiuslikult täienduseks Kerti varasematele fotodele.

Maarika's stories and Triinu's deep knowledge perfectly complemented Kert's earlier photographs.

Öö otsa istusid nad koos, käsitledes lugusid, mida ja kuidas edasi anda.

They sat together all night, handling the stories, deciding what and how to convey.

Kert leidis, et kultuuri ja traditsiooni sügavam mõistmine ei nõua alati objektiivi.

Kert found that a deeper understanding of culture and tradition doesn't always require a lens.

Mõnikord peab lihtsalt kohalolekut ja kuulamist vääriliseks pidama.

Sometimes, presence and listening are deservedly enough.

Tule kuumuses ja talvise saare vaikuses leidis Kert uue kindluse oma leidmistes.

In the heat of the fire and the quiet of the winter island, Kert found a new confidence in his discoveries.

Nad kõik olid valmis alustama uut peatükki Kihnu kultuuri säilitamises - seekord mitte ainult fotode kaudu, vaid kogu südamest loodud lugu.

They were all ready to start a new chapter in preserving Kihnu culture—this time, not just through photos but through a heartfelt story.