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I am unable to express with words what it is about an old moldy rope and an even older mossy bridge that captures one’s emotions. But they do. Ageing things have character, there is history in them. Even an old rope, tied thousands of times with a questionable know to secure a boat. And the old wooden pontoon - how many fishermen have walked on it an hour before sunrise to load their nets and head out from the safety of the harbour wave breakers to make that day’s living? The moss tells us that that time has passed. People don’t walk here on a daily basis anymore, or the moss would be worn off. Now the pontoon is neglected, as is the rope. They bear witness to a bygone era. Perhaps this is what captures us?
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I am unable to express with words what it is about an old moldy rope and an even older mossy bridge that captures one’s emotions. But they do. Ageing things have character, there is history in them. Even an old rope, tied thousands of times with a questionable know to secure a boat. And the old wooden pontoon - how many fishermen have walked on it an hour before sunrise to load their nets and head out from the safety of the harbour wave breakers to make that day’s living? The moss tells us that that time has passed. People don’t walk here on a daily basis anymore, or the moss would be worn off. Now the pontoon is neglected, as is the rope. They bear witness to a bygone era. Perhaps this is what captures us?
Printed on Hahnemühle PhotoRag© Bright White, on Epson SC-P900.