Fishing boat moving through sea smoke at dawn this morning. That’s House Island in the background with Whitehead Passage at the right.
The Bank Sign (as it’s known locally) read -3. And that’s in Fahrenheit, not that pussy Euroweenie scale. My fingers got numb so fast, even on the first shot I couldn’t feel the shutter release button, but I kept going for forty-six shots over the course of an hour and a half. Man, did it hurt: my hands hurt, my toes hurt, my nose hurt. I loved it!