When I was a kid, I found a stash of old lumber under the front porch of our house. I hauled it all out, removed and saved the nails, and from then on, every summer I built a small "cabin" in the backyard for us to play in. Every year the cabin became grander. One summer I built a boat. It was anchored to the ground, and would never have floated, but it had port holes, and you needed a ladder to get up on deck and into the hold, and it had a mast with a crow's nest. Maybe that long ago boat explains my infatuation with boats and Gloucester. These two boats were recently tied up at the Gloucester Marine Railways shipyard at Rocky Neck. The painting is a 9x12 oil on linen.
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