Today we wander down to my dock, which was built by my father and some of his friends many moons ago. The dock is a museum filled with things that haven't moved or changed since
For example, a bucket full of gill nets is still there in spite of multiple hurricanes and countless nor'easters.
I used to go out with my father on cold, rough days to help him haul those very same nets in. Although at the time I
No matter how much the wind was blowin', or how cold you were, or how much something on that boat stunk, eventually it was time to
Since I'm not even showing pictures of the gill nets, let's move on to something else, like the view from the old fish cleaning area below.
This was a covered area rigged with
My father and his buddies often came home with what seemed like hundreds of fish to clean.We always ran out to the dock to see how many they caught. But you wouldn't find me hanging around too long once they started cutting. Blech.
Inside the boat house, there are some oyster tongs. Of course, Chesapeake Bay Woman has been known to incorrectly identify things once or twice
But to the best of my knowledge, these are oyster tongs.
This is the dock inside the boat house. I sort of liked all the lines and angles in this particular shot, especially the triangle of sun. The squiggly lines of the rope and that dangling wire add to the fiesta of shapes. But I tend to
Speaking of weird, below is a strange angle of the aforementioned fish cleaning table. Notice the missing dock planks there on the right.
If you have any fond memories of a dock, please feel free to share them. If you've ever fished gill nets, I'd like to hear about that too. If you've never heard of gill nets, Ann Marie will explain what they are since I won't be back on here until very late tonight or tomorrow.