IN FOCUS

The breeze carries the seafood smell that is so recognizable, it’s as though you taste it before it’s in your nostrils. The Chesapeake Bay Bridge rises mightily, reaching toward the half moon that bobs low on the horizon. Traffic marches across the bridge, but it is not yet sunrise.

The sound of camera shutters snap the morning into focus.

Four photographers wearing fleece hats and windbreakers zipped tight lean over the gunwale and point their lenses toward the geometry of the bridge. They crouch low, pressing their bodies against the boat to steady their cameras.

Someone yawns. At least one photographer drove an hour and a half to be at the boat launch at 6 a.m. “Hate me now, but thank