Over the last few weeks, I’ve headed out for a number of photo adventures. On a crisp, sunny weekend, I drove the coast and made an unplanned side trip to an old boat dock. Much of the dock was abandoned, but glimmers of beauty remained.
Battered, weather-worn fishing boats charm me. Rusty hulls, paint cracking and splitting, surprise me with the soft hues of colors faded by the sun, wind, and rain. These “old dames” aren’t considered “hot.” Their bodies are often weathered and worn, but their character and beauty shine through.
Fishermen and young lovers no longer watch a sunset from this dock: entry is forbidden.
Buoys tether their charge until the next day’s foray into the sea.
Seabirds flit across the water, searching for a tasty morsel. I watch them whirl and dive over the blue plane of water. The beauty of life.
But beauty exists even when the subject has lived life long and hard. The old dames prove it.