Pilings

I had gone to my Cousin’s wedding in Portsmouth NH. It was a big loud happy Greek wedding so I took a break by the waterfront across the street from the hotel. The remains of an old dock caught my attention, something about the way the past endures into the present. In this kind of touristy part of the city, here was a piece of some indeterminate past maybe fishing boats, or river traders tied up their boats and came to market.

George Pappas