I recently went on a hunt for a vintage and well-worn game fishing boat I could rent for an upcoming (commercial) photo shoot. A few tips led me to the Cape Ann Marina in Gloucester, MA. While the search for the boat was a bust, I found myself wandering the marina fascinated by the massive shrink wrapped vessels. A boat out of water, balanced on those skinny stilts, looks impossibly large and precarious.
The blinding white shrink wrap turns a lot full of winterized boats into a range of snow capped mountains or an armada of icebergs moving imperceptibly out to sea. Walking among them is to be moving through a field of massive unidentifiable cocoons. These dormant shapes, so completely and literally out of their element seem huddled together, waiting out the season that is always too long with a patience well beyond my own.
The rest of the marina is a ghost town. The piers and docks stand or float empty, looking like an abandoned drive in movie theater with a slate grey sky for a screen. The vibrant color palette of boats in summer is replaced by shades of grey, the frantic activity replaced with calm, the soft southwesterly breezes shoved aside by the Montreal Express. https://www2.ucar.edu/news/backgrounders/weather-maker-glossary#_siberian
I wonder if boat owners ever stop in to visit their summer friends, seek them out in their winter camouflage, slap them on the hull and whisper a prayer for the quick return of summer.
These images are emblematic of New England in the "off season", yet for me they reveal a landscape every bit as beautiful and alluring as that of mid summer.
Check back soon for a new gallery of marinas in winter.
This is spectacular!
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