Shem Creek in fog, with almost everything gone white.

This is the emptiest of the fog frames from the creek. A white and blue shrimp boat sits at the dock on the left with her outriggers up, and behind her two more boats are already fading out. Everything past that is simply white — no far bank, no treeline, no horizon at all. The water did not move, so the near boat's rigging comes down into it as a full reflection, sharper than the boats behind her.

High key, pale blue and white, with very little in it. The quietest print I make.