The Life in My Years

This week’s challenge from Beth of Wandering Dawgs (link here) is anything that begins with “B”.

Living in the San Francisco Bay Area there is no shortage of boats.

The image below was taken in the morning at the marina in Emeryville.

Being a ship, the vessel below might take offense to be relegated to boat status. This image was taken looking east from the bay shoreline in San Francisco as the morning fog was burning off. As a bonus there’s a bird in this image.

Being something of an old wreck myself, I’m attracted to taking photos of other relics, which is what the next three images depict.

We used to go to a seafood restaurant on the waterfront in nearby Crockett. It had the usual kitschy seafood restaurant decor; some boat running lights, a fishing nets dangling from the ceilings, and painting of old salts sucking on pipes. The staff was friendly, the food inexpensive, the seafood deep fried and greasy, and the place became a family tradition. Next to the restaurant there was a fishing charter business. One day I went down to check the area out. I was saddened to find that the restaurant had burned down, the charter closed, and the fishing boat was no longer serviceable as you can see in the image below.

The wreck of the tugboat Polaris is aground (or a-mud) in the muck of San Pablo Bay near a small marina in Rodeo, California. It’s been a subject of some discussion on social media. The man who claims to have been the owner reported, “I owned the boat for 23 yrs. I gave it to CMA. (California Maritime Academy). They sold it to an idiot who let it break away from its moorings and run aground where she lies.” Apparently the environtmental boys are trying to get the owner to pick up his mess.

My boat images weren’t all taken in the Bay Area. There’s a whole world of boats out there.

When I went on a solo road trip around the Midwest, one of my destinations was Hannibal, Missouri, where Mark Twain spent most of his childhood. The place has special meaning as my dad used to read Mark Twain’s stories to me when I was a child. Later, I reread the stories that my father had read to me, along with many of Twain’s other works. I took the image below from Hannibal.

Below is the harbor at Port Blanc in Brittany.

Colorful boats in beutiful Burano

Below, lobster boats in New Harbor, Maine.

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