This painting shows a long-lingering sunset that hangs wonderfully over the harbour sky, well into the early night hours. Three barely audible lights populate the night-blackened coast, revealing the wildness of the land that the port is set into. The wharf in contrast is lit with the busyness of its business. In fishing season, the busyness actually never stops. Boats enter the harbour at all hours. The fish plant processes the fresh catch immediately. Evenings’ quiet is punctuated by the forklift beeping and the clanging and clanging of human industry that revolves around the bounty of the preceding day, brought in from fishing boats large and small, from very close or far and wide.