When you’re out at sea and you want to leave someone a note, what do you use instead of a Post-It note?
I thought this was a clever solution. You can’t say that waterproof Magic Markers are a bad idea now!
The fisherman is one of those good old Down South Maine lobstermen.
The Seattle Wooden Boat Center has this grand old gal on exhibit. The symmetry struck me — both the symmetry and the asymmetry of the chain’s shadow.
I was walking the dock one afternoon and noticed a local fisherman getting ready to do all the maintenance chores that any machine operator must perform.
When we think of commercial fishing it’s easy to focus on the time spent on the water as if the boat gets itself to the fish. Those of us landlubbers who are in the habit of taking our cars to the dealer or a local mechanic for maintenance work — but many are the fishermen who don’t have the time to hire someone, and may not have the money to pay them to do chores they can do for themselves.
The Lady Law berths in Newport Oregon. I enjoyed viewing her on several occasions during my last trip.
Not being a seafaring gent myself I can’t help but have an idealized view of the sea and of the men and women who work the sea.
Three vintage tractors, one from 1949, and two from 1951. And I can’t help but think that if machines could think that these three would be rather like a retired worker just itching to get back out into the field.
Part of the Wooden Boat Museum in Seattle
I have a dear old friend living in Rugby England who taught me a good lesson. She’s old — I think she was 84 when I met her. She’s legally blind — but lives alone and meets almost all her own needs — including some fantastic cooking — except perhaps for toast which she makes broiler-style and is always burning before she realizes it.
Anyway, we were scheduled to be picked up for a lecture I was giving and visual impairment and all she was ready to leave fully an hour before our pickup had been scheduled.
We sat and chatted for a while and out of the clear blue she said this:
“Isn’t it wonderful to be ready and waiting?”
At the time I guess I was about 45 and it frankly wasn’t anything I’d ever thought about — the difference between being READY and WAITING. But there IS a difference.
It’s a curious little boat, isn’t it. I found it moored in the river just outside Limoges France.
It’s sometimes difficult to find something interesting in even the most mundane of subjects.
A lone trawler heading out to sea to ply the waves and return with a hold full of goodies!
