There's something about boats...

From Treasure Island

...even at rest. Perhaps it's the dormant sailor in me (hahaha!), with my landlocked existence...but it could be something to do with.
One evening in Santa Cruz I strolled around the docked boats, taking pictures and listening to the quiet steady murmer of boats talking amongst themselves...a secret language of clinks 'n clanks, rubs 'n drubs, grunts 'n groans...it was absolutely lovely.

At rest, in conversation

And then, there was the one that got away...