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RE: Fishing Port "Quarantine"
I don't know why, but fishing boats usually make me feel sad. Always. That's why I have a kind of obsession with constantly taking pictures of them. That was the original topic of this post, but as usually happens with me, when I started writing it, the focus shifted and I wrote about something else. But the feeling of sadness remained. 😊
For me, fishing boats in Germany look like something which is vanishing behind the 'event horizon', and thus it feels comparable to your sadness.
But fishing boats in some other countries - where fishing is not yet industrialised - do not look in such a manner to and for me. As a still living element of culture and maybe flourishing part of economy, their look evokes good feelings.
I feel more sadness at the sight of old fishing boats, those weathered vessels that have been through so many storms, battered by waves, rain and wind, peeling and losing their original luster, even paint, but still alive, active, continuing. Continuing despite everything. They remind me especially of human life in general and photographing them is like photographing myself, and talking about them makes me want to cry.
Beginning with a predefined focus and then drifting to another - I know what you mean!
I think it's some utterance out of the depths of one's own soul.
It's a 'soul's detour'.
;-)
Thank you for reminding me of the pseudonym I chose for myself. 😅It really is not accidental! I had forgotten that things in my life never happen the way I imagined or wanted or longed for, everything takes its own unknown and uncontrollable paths, and absolutely everything follows from there, even the way my thoughts flow.🙃