Most summer days I am awakened by the sound of lobster boats leaving the harbor to check their traps.
Later they return with their catch which is unloaded on to waiting trucks that will take them to be shipped to worldwide destinations.
These days are different. The boats go out later, and when they return the stern is filled with traps that are being hauled for the winter.
They are stacked on piers
or in yards and stand like abstract wire sculptures done in wild colors brightening and warming an increasingly wintry landscape.
So, what will the lobsterman do during the winter months?
repaint buoys, count the days until he can reset his traps. It’s the way in the life of men and women who make their living from the sea.
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