Confession time: I love boats. I figure a person needs about 7 boats to be complete, but that's another story. This confession is about my school girl crush on shrimp boats. I just love 'em.
I love them tied to their moorings on foggy mornings.
I love their rusty anchors and wonder, "if that anchor could talk..." .
The impossible Rube Goldbergian rigging? Yes, I love it too.
This is a "door". The cone-shaped trawl net is held open by two of these "doors" that keep the net opening wide as the boat drags the net through the sea.
Gotta love that.
Nets ... I love all kinds of nets anyway, so that is a given.
And who wouldn't love a T.E.D?
Even scuppers bring me joy. Maybe it's just "scuppy love" ... I don't know.
Even at rest, big, brawny shrimp boats look like they are jostling for position.
I love working shrimp docks, the rustic, worn wood well marinated in the smell of salt,sweat, and seafood.
I love to see the old hanging on, and coexisting with the new. Often, I do not love the new so much.
I would love to be on this shrimp boat as she heads out for a night of shrimping. Only once has that happened, but I was one happy sailor.
You might say, " I was lovin' it".