The first time I saw low tide at the tip of the Bay of Fundy I was staggered by the feeling of the world withdrawing. I was staggered again when, instead of the tide returning, I saw a nearly opaque, cold, fog bank creep over the headlands and smother everything in its path. It felt primordially quiet. Finally, the fog withdrew, the tide returned, and the sun found me. I had fallen in love. The Fog Withdrew is one of many paintings inspired by that first visit. Details below. Enjoy.