Thursday, December 23, 2004

Mooring

A simple scene on a quiet morning on the northern shore of Lake Erie near the Ontario town of Port Glasgow. I was strolling down the dock when I was struck by the angles of the bow and its various fittings. Despite the fact that the lighting suggests nothing's happening, the forward-lean of the boat suggests motion, future, potential.

It was yet another scene that whispered to me, and I just couldn't resist.

4 comments:

Anonymous said...

This is refreshing, just in content! I can smell the lake! :)

Oddly enough, I can also envision Terry standing there, on the bow, but he's still wearing that white tux from prom... Haha!!

MoMMY said...

I love it!

Mellie Helen said...

As if the boat were tugging on its leash, urging its master, "C'mon, let's go let's go let's GO!"

Terry said...

hee hee, Yep, that was my first thought, me on the boat. Have a great Holiday season Carmi.