Dozing below deck at dawn, I enjoyed the peaceful sound of a passing rower on the calm water, outside our hull.
“Dip-squeak, swoosh,…. dip-squeak, swoosh,…. dip-squeak, swoosh….”
With long pauses between the melodic sets, the pace was leisurely. For the person in the small boat, I could tell the rowing was not a means to an end. My ears followed the lovely sounds of the rower on the water as they faded away in the distance.
Here’s to everyone who enjoys rowing a small boat.
Rowing into an unforgettable sunset, on the Eggemoggin Reach.
Photos of Rowing a small Boat.
Rowing into an unforgettable sunset, on the Eggemoggin Reach.
Gray, a lobsterman feathers his oars along the surface of Rockport Harbor.
Parker, a boat builder enjoys the effortless motion of a simple plywood dory.
A father gets a bear hug from his tiny daughter, for taking her for a leisurely row.
James rows and chats with Mary Kathleen off North Haven.
Camera shutters rapid fire as Gretchen and Michael enter the view finders of a photography class on Rockport Harbor.
Our son, always an artist, paints the water with his oar tips.
Schooner charterers quietly row past, and everyone - everyone, is smiling.
