"I must down to the sea again, to the lonely sea and sky."
This boat is resting in a hotel's courtyard area in Aquadillas, PR.
Its days at sea have past.
Yet I imagine it still longing for the sea.
Some of my earliest and most cherished memories are ones spent in boats.
I remember canoeing...
carefully placed in the middle between my parents
on a seat cushion that I believe my dad still uses.
I remember his cabin boat and the St. Charles River.
That same boat had its cabin later removed and made into a fishing boat.
I was so impressed that my dad could do such a thing.
My first terrible sunburn occurred on that same boat.
I remember the day my dad sold his boat and standing next to him watching it leave our home.
It didn't seem right...
Fishing with parents, my husband, my sons...
Fly-in fishing trips...four boys...four adults...four boats.
Weeks spent canoeing, hiking and camping.
The boats in my life signify fleeting moments...swiftly passing years...
childhood & adulthood...
my sons as babies, little boys, young men, grown men, husbands, and fathers.
Friendships, laughter, sunshine and rain.
So as I look at this Puerto Rican boat I have to wonder
about the stories that once filled it.
And I'm grateful for the role that boats have played in my life.
I used Kim Klassen's Simplicity texture.