Looking through the photos of an earlier boat ride inspired me to make a compilation of twenty-five or more images of different lobster buoys. I wanted to show the different designs and colors by limiting the variables and focusing on one buoy at a time.
Emma could barely hear my mumbles to turn tighter or move closer over the churn of the 4-horsepower Evinrude engine.
A view of Pinkham Point where I lived for two weeks this summer in the blue tent. Every morning I woke up to the sound of lobster boats going out to claim their stake of Maine's troubled cash crop. Lobster buoys speckled the bay like cows in a field.