Outward Bound

The mackerel hunters are nosing their way out of the harbor at Concarneau on a tide whose deep blue gleams like a harbinger of good luck. The afternoon sun, too, shines bright on the red and white sails, and the advancing breeze is preparing to pour itself into them. Every boat in the fleet is here, headed straight to sea, for the mackerel are running at full speed a mile away. A picture of joyous and hopeful activity, a true transcript from life that is also a fine piece of art in its carefully studied arrangement.