Docked

My friend curiously watched as I quietly produced my Canon point-and-shoot from my pocket, dusted off the lint specks that clung to its knurled surfaces and proceeded to kneel down on the dock boards.

As I nearly pressed my face into the rope cleat, I could hear my buddy questioning to himself... or maybe it was to me... "what is that a picture of?"

Well here it is... a captured memory (at least for me!) of being pearched on the Sayville, NY dockside.