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I caught this photograph on a trip to England. We were in the southwestern corner of England at a little town called
Mousehole. Quaint, working fishing village.
I tried to capture the feeling of the relationship between the boat and the ocean water. I loved the interplay
between the water and the skiff. The water curls around this boat-lapping at it lovingly. This is kinship.
The kind of feeling you get with your very best friend after 35 years of knowing each other. An acceptance of
the idiocyncracies. A comfort in knowing each other so well, you can let your guard down completely.
old wooden boat
tied in the bay
twice a day
she changes her mind
Ed Marshall
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