Oyster shucking brings a close working moment to a small harbor stall. A woman in an orange apron holds one shell in a dark towel while using a short knife at its edge. Her navy and cream knitwear stands out against the gray water behind her, and a broad metal tray of oyster shells rests on crushed ice at the front of the counter.

A lemon half and a small bowl of dressing sit beside the rough shells, with green garnish scattered across the pale interiors. Moored fishing boats and timber pilings establish the waterfront setting without crowding the work. Soft overcast light brings out wet surfaces, salt-stained wood and the layered texture of the shells.