in the boatyard

south freeport, maine. january, 2011.

the boats down in the boatyard at the harbor look like icebergs that have been washed ashore by the gales of winter. with the giant white shrink wrap pulled tight in a cozy, protective blanket, it is difficult to tell where the snow ends and the plastic begins.

haven't had any teasing peeks at spring yet. no big snow melts or flocks of migrating birds hanging around at the feeder. just snow, sleet and rain. soon, though, the snow will finally start to disappear and the grass will emerge. and in time the boats will be uncovered, scoured clean, lifted off their resting spots, and set free to play in the wind and waves......