Plein air is French for open air. I love to paint plein air because ones senses are focused. There is a limited time to capture the scene, so speed and economy of means are crucial. Unnecessary details are eliminated. (There is a pier and many houses in the distance which were not painted in.) I remember exactly how I felt last year in late July while painting this. At low tide the tiny fiddler crabs came up out of their sand holes to keep me company, each with their one large flailing claw. When my tendinitis flares up, I think of them. This painting and others like the Greek vase/wine ones can be seen at Kendall Gallery in Wellfleet, on Cape Cod.