Just because, part 44

Still a bit slow here, still involved in non-photography things, so one last one for November, because it’s here.

small runabout buried in reeds and overgrowth
This one’s been in the blog folder for ages, originally brought in for purposes now forgotten and obviously never used then. It dates back from 2003 or 2004, from Florida, a little discovery when exploring off of a short path to a fishing dock. I always found it a bit poignant, almost evoking the old WWII bomber found in the jungle somewhere; where did this come from? What’s the story behind it?

Though unlike a WWII bomber, this likely has nothing of interest in its background. Sitting on the edge of the Indian River Lagoon, which is the sound between the mainland and the Atlantic barrier islands in the central coastal area, the most probable reason for its presence is simply a tropical storm or hurricane, pulling it free from its moorings and carrying it away an unknown distance. For boat owners, there’s not a lot you can do in such a case, and combing the overgrowth at the edges of the ‘river’ for kilometers on either side stands a good chance of being completely in vain since many of the boats that go missing in storms simply sink. Its loss was probably an insurance settlement, and that was that. I’ve seen several such examples, but this one just had an air about it, almost hidden from sight and with the overhanging palm leaves, a little dramatic reveal within one of those many crime scene television shows. The various bulletholes were, I’m sure, entirely coincidental…

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