people use the word “vintage” a lot these days. i just think old stuff is cooler than new stuff. (i think a “cooler” is a place to stock beer, but….)
as silly as it may sound, it felt bittersweet walking amongst these retired boats. i guess you could say they are dead because this place is more like a cemetery, lined up like burial stones. they have stories to tell but no one to listen. speed and wakes, good times and relaxation, being passed along like foster children from family to family, person to person. now their time is done. they are not welcome in their natural habitat, the dock, but rather lifted and left on stacked wood in a field. rows and rows of boats. some of great character, others not so much. still they are cool to me. i have respect for things and people that have been there and done that. lessons live within the old. there is something about a wooden boat versus what is popular now. it’s not about the boat anymore.
i will go back again sometime to see what’s new. or in this case, what’s old.
just a few from my morning and afternoon at churchill downs derby week. the horses here are some of the contenders, along with trainers and owners.
D. Wayne Lucas and Oxbow
Palace Malice owner
Verrezano, Todd Pletcher trainer (not pictured)
Ron Turcotte, Secretariat’s jockey
front side/sippin on sunshine and taking it all in with two of my favorite people, my sister and dawn.
pictured here, with joy, is an active duty military volunteer. lets just say security is tight after the boston bombings and it’s these guys who will be protecting everyone and providing freedom and fun during the next few days.
thanks dawn for the new tradition!
taking it in……
to the paddock they go…..