[ IP ] The Fisherman

Tide comes in, then it goes out. Crabs scuttle about on rocks near his feet. He stands on a boulder that is strong enough to hold it's own at sea and each day he seeks a meal for the coming supper. The red and white bob lives up to it's name in undulating waters, as the sea swells it struggles to rise itself with no avail for the bait is to great a burden. This small dance of a line pulled with the current is observed by the steely grey eyes of a man who has done this many times. A yellow coat flutters in the wind. The fishermen nurses the line with a stoic nature so focused is he upon the line he fails his footing and slips, as the sea takes him a red and white bob lives up to its name. Tide comes in, then it goes out.
