Nothing to do now but pick up the pieces.
In its day, this workboat plied the Chesapeake Bay with pride. Its skipper took it out in all sorts of weather. Sea gulls played in its wake. Its crew dredged oyster beds. The comradery of watermen sharing laughter, anger, anticipation, disappointment, triumph, and brotherhood echoed in its timbers.
One day, probably all too soon for its owners, the boat gave up its seafaring days. Propped up ashore to fade away with dignity, it is remembered by many. Some will never see it again. Few will know what it was like to walk its decks, man its equipment, or store fish in its hold. It has made its contribution.
Life goes on!
This old boat that I photographed decades ago came to mind two weeks ago when I opened an email saying my publisher had suddenly gone out of business. Tate Publishing…
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