Jeez I love looking at boats. It doesn’t matter if I’m cruising the waterways, at anchor, moored, or just driving down the street in my car. Wherever I am, I notice boats. Their size, their shape, their lines, their dinghy’s, the name of the boat, the name of the dinghy, their boat dogs, their burgee. How about the people on these boats? What are they wearing? Clean, pressed, yacht-y Thurston Howell type clothes? Rumpled cut offs and tee shirts? Muscle shirts and bikinis? I always have my binoculars handy.

Seen off Bassetts Island.

Older boats with character and classic lines usually catch my attention, but not always. Most of the time I don’t know why I like a particular vessel. It’s like music or art. Ya just like whatcha like. Right?

Seen in Sippican Harbor.

I don’t care for the newer style boats with swoopie lines that look like you could slide right off the deck. I wouldn’t want the bow of my boat to point downward towards the water. A big wave could plow you right under! My wife has dubbed these Sneaker Boats because they remind her of footwear. Have you ever tried to buy a plain pair of sneakers? Can’t find ’em. They’re all weird like they were designed for space aliens.

Sneaker boat.

Sneaker.

Seen in Vineyard Haven.

Annabelle Barnes. Great Hill Point, Marion.

Seen in Onset Bay.

Nice Lyman

Unlike cars, boats aren’t so restricted by size, which makes the variety virtually endless.
Whether they’re tiny or massive, power or sail, diesel or gas, working or pleasure, ugly or beautiful, there is nothing more wondrous than watching the comings and goings of boats.