To paraphrase Arundhati Roy in The God of Small Things; ‘Ordinary things […] become the bones of a story.’ And so it was at Braunston. The details, the ropes and lamps, the watercans and lettering sang with stories, and added a further layer of animation to boats already brim full of memories and history.
I find it difficult to take a satisfying photograph of a whole boat, they’re just too damned long for that! And so, increasingly, my camera is drawn to the details, to recording the bits & bobs, the flourishes of paint and polished brass that seem to tell a story in their own modest way.
Todays post is about detail and perhaps the bones of a story or two..