Tuesday, June 2, 2009

Soggy Weekend...A Photo Journal....

Walking the docks of the Seward boat harbor conjures up all kinds of stories in my mind. Thousands of masts rising to the sky. Where have they been, and where are they going? An adventure on the sea lies just beyond this quiet harbor, nestled between majestic mountains, where misty clouds roll in and out, and signs of winter still cling to the landscape. I want to know their stories....Paint, weathered from years on the water must have tales buried among the chipping layers. And, who is this Isabelle? A wife left behind, to hold down the the fort at home? A Mother, a sister, or, perhaps a mermaid?

Oh, the tales these vessels must hold! Of love and loss, fishing and crabbing, whales breaching, waves crashing. I want to know their stories....

As I try to imagine a life at sea, we head back to the campground on the shore of Kenai Lake. The water is calm. Casting a hue of such brilliance, as if someone had covered the bottom of the lake with turquoise and emeralds.
My mind begins to wander....The old dock washed up on the shore, the burned trees in the distance, the driftwood that has made it's home here, perfectly placed among nature's treasures.
I want to know their stories....

5 comments:

roxanestoner said...

Beautiful pictures and beautiful prose. Your posts are becoming quite poetic. That is just beautimax.

Beena said...

A great post! Evokes powerful feelings of the sea! Which always wins big points with me!

Jennifer said...

Hey Nan, Now I want to know "their stories" Very nice touch.

taylorsoutback said...

Lovely photos and thought provoking words to accompany them...we fell in love with Alaska in 2005, returned in 2007 & dream of another visit. Our son moved to Wasilla in 2006, works in Anchorage and will probably move closer later this year to lessen the commute. I doubt he will ever return to the lower 48...he is so happy in the 49th! I can see why.

Anonymous said...

Love your new quilt and soggy weekend photos. Your quilt is very moving. It's the kind that touches your soul.
Would love to hear their stories as well. Wouldn't they have a lot to say.
Jeanne