More on boats

Me, I just like taking pictures of all the kind of bits of miscellaneous,

shabby sea-washed,

frayed and rusted and tangled,

what's-that-for-then,

nylon and plastic and perished,

sand and salt-faded this and that you find on boats. Or near them.

Or something lovely someone else made, on boats, or other subjects: these stained glass windows from the thick-walled little church by the harbour at Locmariaquer, each pane and shard a thick and brittle grozed chunk, like blue and gold and pink and white boiled sugar, broken with a toffee hammer.

Or sometimes I just sit on boats, and let other people take the pictures.