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  • Of course, the light and the dories of course compelled me to stop the boat I was on and jockey around for just the right place to be.

    Four beautiful boats in the calm before the storm.

    I was moved by the contrasts here…the bright light on the two lobster boats juxtaposed with the subdued light in the foreground and the more ominous face of the approaching front. The serenity of the cove versus the energy and vitality of the guys hauling, the swarm of gulls waiting for scraps of bait, and the still quiet power of the massing storm.

    It was all so alive, so charged with the quiet excitement of something about to happen. It was a very quiet moment, but crackling with energy.

    It’s like a stage set for the human and avian energy that is, here and elsewhere, all about the hunt for something.
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