The thing I love about this photo is that it captures it all today. The sun was so bright when I set off and then when I took this photo at Chatham Harbor, I marveled at the sky. Then a mile away I hit very heavy fog, which I later realized is that purple hue over the horizon in this photo. The lines of sand at low tide also intrigued me.
I went to Chatham to photograph the tearing down of the camps/cottages on that last sand bar. The superintendent of the National Seashore ordered them removed in a nice orderly fashion rather than waiting for a storm. But it just broke my heart to look at those doomed camps, so I couldn't post a photo of them. A piece of history is disappearing this week, but I'm not sure I have the proper mindset to record it. So you get a fishing boat.