I’m at the start of his day, before he arrives; The Cohasset lobsterman’s dock.. There to take a few exposures: Skiffs tethered and neatly placed on surface; waiting for their purpose: To ferry the Lobsterman to his boat. I take a few shutter clicks and move on, but stay close enough to see his arrival.. With coffee in hand he heads to dock’s end; to the smallest skiff, orange interior, between the two with motors. He easily gets in; standing like he was a gondolier; oar in eye he moves back and forth; moving towards his target, all the while sipping his coffee.. The lobsterman is in his element, a salt of the earth appearance, focused..confident.. He’s on board, the boat comes to life and he moves back to his “start of the day”; secures the skiff; picks up his crew of one… Quiet, other than seagull and boat sound; hull slapping water.. He moves out to sea.