After the Fishing

The fisherman has settled onto the rocks at the water's edge, elbows braced on his knees. His left hand holds both the rod, tipped in red, and a silver-scaled fish; the right brings a pipe to his mouth beneath a soft wide-brimmed hat. The clothing is painted in muted tones — a linen shirt, grey-violet trousers torn at the knee, rust-brown boots. A wicker creel and a discarded jacket sit beside him, and white foam breaks against the rock below.