We walked down to the dockside coffee shop today, The Barnacle, to see off our friends' daughter and her fiance. There is a a lot of choreography to the arrival and departure of the ferries here; arrival of passengers and friends, pick up trucks backing onto the dock to transport luggage, hugs hello, hugs goodbye, occasional jumpers from the dock into the frigid harbor waters as a send off, riders tossing wildflowers into the harbor as they pull away as a sign they will return. It is fascinating. Before and between all of that, there is quiet time on the dock for fishing, or sitting with a sketchbook, or listening to the waves lapping. Today, these three generations were fishing on the dock together, comfortable. I grabbed a quick sketch.
This is my two hundred eighty-ninth daily drawing. Thank you for continuing to look. I appreciate your time.
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