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10. Boats


What is it about boats that just demand to be photographed, whether it be a canoe pulled up on the shore, sailing boats bobbing the harbour, tall ships gliding elegantly by, ferries chugging about on their daily duties, fishing boats tied up after a long night at sea, cruise ships with tantalising tales of travel.

Among all those, wrecks have a special ethos of their own, though sadly Pete's blog tells us the one a Dickey Beach is all but gone. ... this the SS Maheno at Fraser Island, Queensland.

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  1. JulieDecember 10, 2014 at 7:20 AM

    That is one of the attractions of ship-wrecks: their impermanence. The rusting causing the disappearance.

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    1. Joan ElizabethDecember 10, 2014 at 7:11 PM

      I hadn't thought of it that way ... it's the rust and barnacles that get me in.

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    2. JulieDecember 11, 2014 at 11:16 AM

      Rust is incredibly attractive to look at. But it is one of the processes of decay. Count them on your list of 50 ... rust ... moss/lichen ... abandoned farm-houses ... cannot remember if you have erosion ... you are attracted by ashes to ashes ...

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    3. Joan ElizabethDecember 12, 2014 at 8:44 AM

      Perhaps it is a bit of holding onto the "old ways" as we enter into a time of decay ourselves or maybe just appreciating the process.

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  2. VickiDecember 11, 2014 at 4:58 AM

    Terrific pic. Photos and memories will be all that remains of it soon, I suspect.

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    1. Joan ElizabethDecember 12, 2014 at 8:45 AM

      Memories are the thing. Photos and writing have a way of capturing the past so it can whisper back at us and let us enjoy it again.

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