Storms in the dryers

Inge, a Norwegian woman in her 40s with albinism who is a fisherwoman: very pale skin, white-blonde eyebrows and lashes, white hair in a thick braid, pale blue eyes, weathered wind-burnt cheeks, strong hands, wearing a bright yellow oilskin fishing jacket and bib trousers, a chunky cream wool jumper underneath. Folding her yellow oilskins at a retro laundromat at night, mint tiles and fluorescent light, every round dryer window behind her shows a different raging ocean storm with waves crashing against the glass, she is unbothered. The dryers burst open one after another and seawater floods out in surging waves across the laundromat floor, Inge leaps onto the folding table holding her oilskins; the camera skims fast across the rushing water and swings up around her as another door blows open behind.