When the sun's low path crosses the winter sky, a pleasing soft, warm light is available for a longer time to ponder and paint. In this quiet harbor of a few fishing vessels, I found this special quality of light. With the arrival of winter's shorten days, strong contrasts of summer's high noon give way to the lengthening shadows across the frozen, dormant ground.
There was an urgency to buy earlier this year because the shrimping season will be a short one due to new federal regulations. This year only 4.4 million pounds of shrimp can be netted or trapped by the locals, i.e. one third of 2011 catch.
When I arrived home, I gave honor to my winter tradition with a devotional-like carnage: I spent the next three hours decapitating and remove roe from 16.5 pouinds of shrimp. What a great way to re-connect with my environment! For dinner, I greedily savored, with a fork, a sweet sampling piled high on a bed of Iceberg lettuce, covered with fresh squeezed lemon juice, olive oil and Old Bay seasoning.
Let winter begin.