Down by the Wharf

a happy place no matter what coast.

The Scents and smells remind me of my childhood and being on and around the wharf. Salt air, gasoline and creosote, not all pleasant but spin up an aromatic cocktail that brings back wonderful memories of youth. I wouldn't have considered myself a wharf rat, but given the opportunity and different geographic location of our residence, I could undoubtedly have been one. I don't remember reasonings for visits to the wharf, but I spent many hours there with my father and grandfather. There was always something to pick up, something to drop off, someone who needed help.

I see some of the weathered boats tied to the dock alongside the spanky new ones and think back about a time when the older were "the new." Our world is moving so quickly, it won’t be long before that cycle completes itself again. These moments are meant for the now and are good for my brain.

Thanks, Ross for the push to get something up on here