Dense fog blankets fields and shorelines every morning and late evening, softening edges in the natural world and captivating photographers with its ethereal beauty. Like something straight out of Harry Potter, it is an invisibility cloak for derby fishermen.

On the north shore, the foghorns send out their mournful notes, warning mariners.

Islanders keep their eyes on the journey of Lee up the east coast.

Until then, let the foghorns blow.