I know, I know: Fishing boats on a wharf.. AGAIN????
But these aren't just any fishing boats, and this is not just any wharf.
But these aren't just any fishing boats, and this is not just any wharf.
This wharf in particular is the heartbeat of the community of South Bar, where I spent the first 9 years of my life.
And this boat specifically is named after my cousins, and is the very one I climbed on and under and played around in my uncle's backyard next door 30+ years ago.
I'm obsessed with the colours
And in a place this small, I'm probably related to the owners.
The very lungs of the community.
In... and Out.
Breath, tide, and lobsters...
...hauled in
...and then out.
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