Frost Comes to the Bay

Friday night was rather magical at the ocean: cold, and quiet with virtually no wind or surf; a huge yellow moon rising behind the dunes; a sky bright with constellations; a row of soft, suffused lights from crab boats out beyond the flat surf; and the lanterns of clam diggers bobbing along the retreating little waves. Saturday morning on the bay -- the low light of winter, and a glorious frost.

A few hours of printing produced some interesting effects and some collage-worthy pieces, one of which is below.