6:12 a.m. EDT | Rockland, Maine USA — I’m on a double dose of Dramamine doing my best to think of nothing at all, afraid that I might lose it. Sitting with me on the stern is Jay, one of the lobstermen I’m in Maine to cover. He’s nursing his third cup of coffee with a smoke hanging from his lip like a young Humphrey Bogart. I’ve lost track of the cigarettes.
Last week he was land bound; a wound on his hand had become infected. Frozen fish spike from the bait poked straight between his thumb and pointer, he says. A bump in the water sends some coffee splashing against his bright orange pant leg. I ask if embarkation will be the worst of the long day ahead. He looks at me and takes another sip of coffee: it is if we’re lucky.
Photo Info: Canon 5D Mark III, 1/50, f/5.6, ISO 2000
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