Linnea sets a camera on a tripod at the end of the dock and tucks a wool blanket round her shoulders. "Oh, for sure it's cold. The shutter's open for six hours, though, so you may as well sit here with me." Oh, hi. You found the dock. The sky's about to clear and I've got a thermos and one blanket, so you can see where this is going. Sit. Tell me about your day.