Spain

A fisherman’s life used to be a simple life. Rise in the morning, make your way to the docks, climb into your boat, and sail away for that day’s catch. I see the draw of that life; or at least how that life used to be. How everything used to be; simple. But seeing these boats anchored in this cove with water so clear and emerald the mystery of the ocean floor eludes you; I was brought back to a simpler time when there was just a boat, the ocean, and the sun on the horizon.