
I was a bit early for a meeting in Eastport this week so I took to wandering through a boat graveyard. There was something so mystical, almost other-worldly about these neglected, forgotten vessels. The was a majesty in their rust, their peeling paint, their empty decks. Who rode the waves on these boats? What did they carry - was it lobster or other seafood? Or maybe it was other cargo, people on vacation trying to get from here to there. My imagination wandered as I passed boat after boat. Empty and forgotten. Like this one - now who would feel confident sailing on a boat named "Iffy?"






The graveyard was quiet as the sun prepared to set. A gull would scream and then the silence would settle again, borne on a soft wind. They have served their captains well. Their crews have stormed the seas and made it safely back to port.
Rest in peace, my beauties. Rest in peace.
5 comments:
Kind of sad to see them go to waste. I would love to hear the stories they have to tell. I thought you were referring to yourself with that name Irish Broad! Are you Irish?
Lovely, lovely ladies. Especially the Irish Broad! ~Lili
I know where you were, and that place has always been like a graveyard to me, only more sad. Thanks for the photos. RHS
Indeed.
Beautiful post, I feel this way about old houses on the roadside....I always wonder who lived there - what happened and why it is now abandoned.
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