This view of the corner of Clayton Fulcher Seafood in Atlantic caught my eye the moment I saw it.  It was one of the hubs of life in Atlantic as boats were constantly mooring up to unload their fish and workers were ready to cull and put them on ice as they came off the boats.

In my mind I could see generations of lives passing through those doors;  the work, the camaraderie, and kidding around all while a tremendous amount of work was being done.