Photos by John Walsh (above)
Each day it seems, neighbors are erasing more boats from my view.. All the huge "weekend hotels", the cruisers, have been shrink-wrapped and removed. The speed boats which like playing "chicken" with the sail boats, are missing from bobbing in front of Spinnaker Iskand...In their place,are a mass of white plastic balls standing empty where sails and graceful slivers of hulls once floated. What remains are the "Worker Bees". My favorite of vesssels. Those sturdy, no nonsense unpretentious lobster boats. Those that are truly used for what was intended of them. Not to show off, substitute or be reckless about...Instead to be totally necessary to make a proud living with. It is cold today. I have been here for 5 months, and a new season. These boats welcomed "a Jersey girl"...Like a bathtub full of plastic friends, invites a youngster...You want to get in, closer. Thank you Hull,for inviting me into your ever changing painting. There isn't a single day that I will take you for granted. I have returned to my sea.
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