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It was by fortune alone that I happened upon this scene today. Alone in the office, I chose to lock up, take in some air, sling the camera over the shoulder and go for an afternoon stroll during my lunch break. And wouldn't you know it, an entire flotilla of all sorts of ships, boats and all manner of pleasure craft appeared before me!

I felt like Themistocles at Salamis or Nelson at Trafalgar! Only with less bloodshed, and cannons and stuff.

It’s the Australian Wooden Boat Festival, you see. Wooden boats as far as the eye can see!

If you watch this space, I’ll drip feed you some boats...

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USelaine said…
Ooo! Love a good wooden boat, especially the tall ones.
6 February 2009 at 16:28
red dirt girl said…
oh sighs.... more sighs ..... no sight such as this outside any door i walk through ....

already i am thinking english romantic painters ... like JW Turner ... give me time, i might think of more.
6 February 2009 at 17:32
Kris McCracken said…
Elaine, then you need to get down to Tasmania real quick. It runs to the 15th!
6 February 2009 at 18:13
Anonymous said…
I like these wooden boats, but we have not any similar festival here :( what kind of prize u mean? :D
6 February 2009 at 20:13
Kris McCracken said…
Red dirt mule, close your eyes and try to imagine it!
7 February 2009 at 16:00
Kris McCracken said…
Tehran Daily, it's only every second year here. I was thinking an architectural prize or something like that.
7 February 2009 at 16:02
red dirt girl said…
as you might have noted, a mule is no good if she's a'wearin' blinders, so i do appreciate the additional photos - gorgeous boats - all - except for that monstrous 'tuna can of the seas' touristy thing ....

rdm
7 February 2009 at 16:26
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