Port Townsend is hugely famous for our annual Wooden Boat Festival. The rumor this year is that we had over 30,000 visitors! For our little teeny town, that's quite impressive.
I was in photographer's bliss for three days straight. From dawn until sundown I captured over 1,500 images that I am now slowly working my way through. I'm not even close to half-way there.
I tried to take a wide variety of photographs, from the artistic viewpoint to informative and reportage ... some I will hold on to and perhaps one day I will pursue competing for the yearly local Calendar! Others have already been accepted by my stock agency. Hooray!
My-seriously-spectacular husband was quite the champion for chauffeuring me around town before the sun was even up. Then ... he brought me coffee and a scone each morning just as soon after the java stands opened. Hello? Can anyone say "He's a Keeper!"???
We met so many wonderful people, traveling from near and far, all with an unquenchable nautical passion. One couple Steve and I actually met separately, but found we had much in common. He, a retired firefighter and canon camera enthusiast ... she, the background support keeping him focused. We're looking forward to their future return when they should be sailing in on their custom crafted boat to be christened the "Touchstone".
I-was awestruck by the multitudes of professional and amateur photographers present. Apparently the nautical theme ranks right up there with zoo animals and tulip fields. The docks were a great place to talk lens, body and software as hoards of us would eagerly wait for billowing sails to pass picturesquely before Mt. Baker. Admittedly, I privately kept hoping I was going to get one of those high action packed images of amateur sailors taking an unintentional swim.
Many of the shoppe owners Monday morning were apologizing for their barren shelves or limited merchandise ... and in today's economy, that is truly a blessing.
I'm already looking forward to next year!
