Creeping Fog Cloaks Vineyard in Softness
Fog fills the empty slips on the Oak Bluffs Harbor bulkhead.
Fog fills the empty slips on the Oak Bluffs Harbor bulkhead.
Fisherman wets his line in the pea soup off Eastville Beach.
Fisherman wets his line in the pea soup off Eastville Beach.
Derby hopefuls try their luck at Lobsterville Beach in Aquinnah.
Derby hopefuls try their luck at Lobsterville Beach in Aquinnah.
Sun rises through morning fog on South Beach.
Sun rises through morning fog on South Beach.
An uncertain destination following a Katama Farm path.
An uncertain destination following a Katama Farm path.
Waves roll in at Squibnocket enveloped in ocean mist.
Waves roll in at Squibnocket enveloped in ocean mist.
Sailboat appears out of haze in Vineyard Sound.
Sailboat appears out of haze in Vineyard Sound.
Visibility barely reaches Menemsha channel buoy.
Visibility barely reaches Menemsha channel buoy.
East Chop pier extends into murkiness.
East Chop pier extends into murkiness.
Pearls of dew highlight Oak Bluffs Harbor spider webs.
Pearls of dew highlight Oak Bluffs Harbor spider webs.
Seaside goldenrod reaches for first glimmer of brightness.
Seaside goldenrod reaches for first glimmer of brightness.
Whether creeping over Sengekontacket or enveloping Katama, the fog descended last night and remained this morning, cloaking everything in dew. Walking along the Oak Bluffs Harbor the air carried the fresh tang of seaweed, pushed in by last week's storms. And on State Beach the scent was of cedar, salt marsh and low tide. Everywhere the view was softened, as if dabbed by an impressionistic painter. But one thing is for certain, fishermen still flocked to the ocean's edge to cast their lines.