These are from my Christmas Eve trip down to Onemo, an effort to quiet my mind and distract myself from all the work that needed to be done.
To the left as you walk down the public landing are the remains of an old dock.
The way the boards are situated reminds me of the very first dock I remember walking on, over at my grandparents' house.
My grandmother used to take me out on her dock to feed the sea gulls. We would throw out meat scraps, usually pieces of ham, the fat parts everyone trimmed off. The sea gulls loved it.
But what was most memorable about that dock was how narrow it was and how it was constructed.
Typically when you step onto a dock, you are walking on boards placed horizontally in front of you.
My grandmother's dock consisted of a couple planks of wood placed lengthwise, much like the boards above appear to be situated.
Although I'm not doing a very good job of explaining things, I do know that dock was different and you don't see them made that way any more. Probably for good reason, as I remember being scared almost every time we went out on it. There wasn't much room to turn around.
Plus those sea gulls can be aggressive, especially when you're gripping clove-studded ham bits.
Anyway, isn't it funny how something as simple as the image above can open the floodgates to so many memories?
In other news, this blog is taking a break for the next couple of days and will return on Thursday. Hope you have a fantastic week free from aggressive sea gulls and