Shipboard
The sun is warm on our backs as we walk down to the dock. A few dollars, a smiled thank you, and we are walking up the boarding ramp. There's almost nobody here. The gulls call out in the humid air, and the weight of my camera sits damply on my side. The boat is a warship. "Old Ironsides," whose wooden walls bounced cannonballs. It still has some of the original wood in places. It's beautiful, and smells of the sea. The wooden rails are soft and slightly wet under my hands. Your feet scuff a...
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