A bayman emptying pots in Shinnecock Bay.
It was a beautiful day Monday, maybe in the forties. Still there's no place to get out of the wind.
My interest in baymen go back a number of years. I started documenting them and everything about them one cold November day when I saw a scene similar to this in Captree Bay. It was frigid that day and I couldn't stand being out on the car for as long as it took to expose eight or so frames of film. He was long raking for clams, probably for the holiday season.
I sent the collection around to publishers, but there was no interest. I still think there's a niche market, I did alright with print sales at shows, and a book would sell for a lot less that the price of a hand printed fiber print.
I should give self publishing a serious consideration.
Here's two photos I've posted before, scanned from the series.