Along Newfoundland’s rugged coast, the fog rarely stays far away. The Claire Catch sits quietly at the wharf as low clouds roll across the rocky hills behind her. A lone gull circles overhead, the harbour water gently carrying reflections of blue beneath a darkening sky. There’s no brilliant sunset or golden light here - just rock, water, fog and a working fishing boat tied to the wharf. Sometimes Newfoundland looks its best when the weather closes in. 🌫️⚓️