In preparation for an upcoming photo Meetup I spent the afternoon at my favorite spot in Essex County: Gloucester, Massachusetts where 300 years of fishing tradition continue, amid economic hardship, tough fishing restrictions, and offshore competition. The reflections and colors of the harbor have held my attention for 30 years. Today, I was lucky to visit The State Pier when the trawlers Endeavour and Challenger were unloading their catch of herring. The result of several days fishing in the Hudson Gorge, the herring were being loaded on two flatbed tractor-trailers for a trip to Deer Isle, Maine for distribution as lobster bait.
I live in a small town north of Boston where as the saying goes, “they roll the sidewalks up at night.” Nevertheless, there still is some color after the sun has set.
The fading afternoon light at Wingaersheek Beach highlights contours of the granite outcrops in the tide. Annisquam Light is on the horizon. Click here to see a larger image or to purchase an archival print or license for commercial use.
The first photographs I ever made, with my Dad’s guidance, were of tugboats and barges moored at piers along the Manhattan side of the East River in New York. I loved the deep rumbling sound of their diesel engines and most of all, the piercing “toot” of the tugboat whistles. I watched as teams of powerful tugs nudged huge vessels into piers on the Manhattan and Brooklyn shores and wondered what it would be like to take a trip on a tug.
I rushed to catch the sunset tonight from the Annisquam neighborhood of Gloucester, MA. Got there just in time, don’t you think?