Baymen haul in a bounty of clams from harbor mud.
Families play among breakers within sight of the greatest commercial city ever conjured by humanity.
Meanwhile, developers and environmentalists wrangle in stuffy rooms over the fate of everything outdoors. It is a natural port, at the confluence of rivers. It's a place where Native Americans harvested oysters, and where colonists farmed fertile land. Commuters, speeding from island to island, rarely see this view. They fail to realize that the water all around us connects and feeds us economically and spiritually.