Claude Monet - Harbors

A harbor never really sits still. Masts leaning every direction, dock workers shouting over each other, boats wedged in so tight it's a wonder any of them made it out to sea. Monet couldn't stay away from them. One morning he'd catch the whole thing buzzing, cargo moving, people everywhere. The next it was two fishing boats and water that stopped looking like water and turned into color you could almost hold.