Blue
Net, Yellow Rope
Stonington, Connecticut 2000
Stonington still holds close to its fishing heritage. A small fleet
of worn, strong boats dock nearly a stones throw from the narrow main
street. There are no restaurants with a view of the harbor on this dock,
no tour boats, and certainly no gift shops.
There is a particular scent that only a working dock will hold close.
I like it. Most don't. This net was new. It's never felt the water,
or dried in a salt crust. It wasn't a story of the past, but the future.
I could tell the net that I see in the shape of it's cord the blue waves
of a busy Atlantic, and a cold yellow sun low in the sky. I could.......but
who talks to a net?
