In midwinter, when night came early, I spent a few evenings after dinner taking photos down at the wharf. It was a serene experience: long exposures meant I had a lot of time to sit and stare; the enforced waiting lulled me into a peaceful, reflective state.

I like the way the solitary electric light illuminates the wharf, which appears poised on the edge of a void. The headlights of fiishermen show up as blurs at the top of the photo.