Invisible lobster boats moor in the foggy bay. At four am sharp the sound of engines rumble through my cottage windows at the Golden Apple Studio in Harrington, Maine. Morning fog blurs the line between ocean shore and water. There is so much movement that I can not see, so much activity that occurs atop the water and beneath it. As the fog lifts in the bay, colors and forms take shape; the florescent pink buoys and vermilion orange fishing boats magically appear along with yellow lobster cages, golden rockweed, weathered planks and wind beaten-wharf sheds.