The FISHWRANGLER letters standing waist deep in the surf with the seaweed already claiming them, the sun going down behind, and the Sand Bar and the bait shack lit up out on the pier. There is a worm on a floaty with a martini, a crab in sunglasses who is not helping anybody, a gull making off with somebody's hot dog, and a Farovia plate reading CARPDIEM half buried in the sand. Sublimated edge to edge into the face so it washes without cracking, plain terry on the back for the job a towel is actually for. There is a good ten minutes of looking in it.