With a slight turn to the right of the previous photos focus, there floated my idea of boating beauty. The ducks at her water line seemed to agree.
I know little of vessel types; aside from being able to identify whether they are made for sailing or not, commercial fishing or not, tugs, aircraft carriers, cruise ships, ice breakers and on. However, as I have mentioned before and likely will again, my heart truly tugs when wooden vessels with the character of time and tending are near. Seeing this one at sail would delight me. Seeing her at rest, does no less. And always the same questions arise; has she traveled far, seen much? Are there stories embedded in her grain, revealed only to those with the talent and time to patiently sand her down?
It turns out her owner was sitting inside, looking out that first larger window, unbeknownst to me at the time. Probably trying to enjoy his early morning coffee. I hope all my camera attention didn't trouble him.
This boat needs no recipe. I suspect she looks fine in any light, on any day. At least to me.
Yo Ho me maties, Yo Ho.