The journey to Smith Island began the moment we climbed aboard the ferry from Crisfield to Tylerton, the smallest and least populated village of the island. An admirably tan and unfussy man named Larry guided us on to the rustic vessel filled with locals carrying supplies from the mainland, and bags of expensive camera equipment belonging to a photography workshop. The Chesapeake can be as violent as the sea with high winds and variable waters. There are only a handful of ferrymen that go back and forth to the island, which is a 45 minute ride, taking passengers deep in to the Chesapeake just out of view from the modern world and pleasantly tranquil for a weekend getaway. When we stepped on to the dock at Tylerton, we were immediately taken back in time. Smith Island is a close knit community of watermen, their hardworking crab picking wives, and a few outsiders who were seduced by the island’s charm. Smith Island is tenderly poetic yet disarmingly poignant due to its dwindli...