For the first time since we stopped sailing well over three years ago, my wife and I made a day trip together to what used to be our second home, Kemah, TX, where we docked our boat and spent countless weekends. We had a delightful lunch on the deck of the Flying Dutchman, one of the several restaurants along a boardwalk on the Kemah channel, which carries scores of pleasure boats based in the many marinas of Clear Lake to and from Galveston Bay.
For 19 years we used this channel to ply the waters of the Bay, first with our Catalina 27,
Watch Glass, then later our beloved Catalina 30 MkIII,
Cut Time, and over that period, the vast majority of my photographic efforts centered around boats, docks, dives, marine critters and the generally funky sights and scenes that make coastal living so special.
Consequently, I have zillions of pictures of boats motoring on the channel - most of which were taken from the deck of my own boat while we were similarly engaged. Even so, I couldn't resist aiming my K-1 at some of the light traffic that was present on the channel. I have to admit, we both got lumps in our throats as we watched a couple of boats exiting the channel and unfurling their jibs. As it happened, there was a boat show in Kemah this week; we wisely decided not to stop by.
Jer