It was Never Meant to End up Here…

Once this little boat ferried kids to the best fishing spot on the pond…or to the little island not so far from shore. The oars fit your hands…the old steering wheel felt like a friend.

But summers slipped past. Folks moved on. The weeds creep higher around it now. Yet, in every season, it points out from shore as if it waits for one more trip, one more evening on the water.

This morning it waits, holding the well-loved memories of all the August days we almost remember…..waiting for one more trip afloat, one more cast…

This morning I tell its story with my lens……

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