The summer crowds have disappeared. The boat slips are empty in anticipation of winter. The weather has changed. Strong winds are now commonplace. There is a definite chill in the air. And the only souls out before sunrise are the die-hard fishermen and foolish photographers.
On this windy, late-October morning the cloud cover cast a blueish tint to the sky and water. A longer exposure softened the waves. And the fishermen stood frozen still, as if sculptures, on the end of the pier.
