The cooler weather of autumn has all of the crabs scrambling along the deep channels of the Chesapeake Bay, headed toward the mouth of the bay where they will burrow into the sand to wait out the winter.  So, here I am, painting from photos and memories.

Searching for Jumbo, watercolor, 10" x 14"

Searching for Jumbo, watercolor, 10″ x 14″

One summer morning when we had overnighted on the boat, we were awakened by the enthusiastic cries of crabbers following their chicken-neck line.  There was an exclamation of either glee or woe with every crab that came up, glee when it was big enough to keep, and woe when they had to throw it back.  But the loudest cries were for the big crabs when “Jumbo!” resounded across the otherwise quiet morning waters.  It became apparent from their accents that two of the crabbers were visitors from eastern Europe, and we enjoyed their delight as we watched them over our morning coffee.