While walking along the seacoast, I love taking photographs of moored boats. I take so many I can almost hear the camera, as well as my impatient dog Comet groaning, “Please, not another #%@&@# photo of a boat.” Moored boats invoke in me all sorts of feelings, memories or story-lines: Abandonment, expectations, solitude, majesty, independence, adventure, emancipation, industry, lost eras, nursery rhymes, great songs by Kansas and Styx, lost craftsmanship, novels, peril, exploration, commerce, to name a few. And, despite their captive nature to take a photograph that invokes just some of these things can be a challenge. I have photographed many boats only to later realize my failure to capture what inspired me to photograph them in the first instance.
Here are some I thought did:
