The main figure in this print is the Night Heron, which I had seen one evening while contemplating life down at Fish Beach. I did not know what kind of bird it was, but I knew it was not a crow or a gull. Apparently Night Herons grow a couple of loose feathers on the back of their head in the spring, which helped me later identify it. This was one of those kind of important or exciting events that become a little magnified when you are basically alone and have no one to talk to...you notice stuff around you more than usual. I knew that I wanted to depict this event or creature somehow in a print, but I did not feel like it was enough on its own to warrant representation until a bit later when I experienced additional sightings of a different nature and then a scene began to coalesce in my brain. I had woken up very early one morning, around 5 am, the sun had been up for a half hour or so and I was standing at my window gazing out when I noticed a young woman trudging along, doing a poor job trying to keep her oversized sweat pants from dropping to the ground, cigarette in hand, thong clearly visible! After relaying this scene to a local, it was revealed to me that on a small island such as Monhegan, the early risers often witness the “Walk of Shame”!