A little big festival that rolls around every September is the Port Townsend Wooden Boat Festival. Folks from everywhere travel here to admire the beauty of wood fashioned into one particular shape.
A shape with endless variations, each more zen than the last.
I called this a little big festival because it draws people from all over the world, and yet it is not overwhelming. It feels like it is your festival, and welcomes you like a hug that fits just right.
Our weekend would not be complete without many visits to our favorite folks the Java Gypsy mobile Coffeehouse.
Every year we get to see our special far away family members, John and Heidi. The festival would just not be the same without our deariest friends of beverages.
Wander around the point in the sunshine, step aboard old and new boats of all persuasions, meet their owners, and often their builders.
If you want to learn more there are demonstrations on many aspects of boat building, or wood carving and tool making. The talks always make me feel like working in wood, pulling out my Japanese saw and cutting something. Maybe creating a bird house or alter that table I bought at Goodwill.
There are things for kids to make. You will find some serious boat builders in this studio.
Notable boatbuilders are here talking about their work. You can even chat with an old salt for some expert advice.
But you really don’t even have to like boats to enjoy the festival. Because they are more than boats. They are glorious wooden sculptures that float in the water. They are colorful.
Each have a personality and a history that is palpable, a name that is often chosen to perfection.
I come away from the weekend my eyes filled with water-spashed motifs sun drenched colors.
Thanks for stopping by today and letting me share with you, Karen
P.S. If you are interested in seeing more photos of this trip, visit my flickr page. Find a link for it to the right.