I can still see your boat

While walking with Ellie B aka Dogamous Pyle around our Liverpool neighborhood of Galeville, I noticed a boat put away for the winter.

Nice try.

Nice try.

My cherished rescue dog and I both greatly admired the camo tarp used for weather protection.

Yet we saw the boat. Easily. Plainly. Obviously. Ellie B wanted to get closer, even, but I wouldn’t let her.

Good tarp pattern or bad tarp pattern, do you think? Good place for the boat for the winter or bad place, do you think? What have you tried to camouflage?

13 thoughts on “I can still see your boat

  1. Waiting for sunset on Christmas Eve is like standing toes-over-the-edge on a high diving board.
    Every year we’d cruise casually by the window to keep an eye on the sun’s progress until it was officially evening.
    Then the shout “Christmas Eve Gift!” would ring out.
    You see, the traditions says that the first person to voice that phrase on Christmas Eve to another would be graced with good fortune and joy all the next year.
    (And of course, whomever was first won. Everything was a contest…)
    It’s more difficult to be first now with caller ID.
    As all those who have become my friends in blogland are spread widely across time zones, I’d like to wish you all “Christmas Eve Gift” now.
    And as I already feel so fortunate to have such wonderful readers and writers in this neighborhood, I wish to share any phrase acquired good fortune and joy with you in thanks.
    No matter where you are or what you are guided by, hope you have a very merry Christmas and a new year full of adventure and joy.
    Peace on earth and goodwill towards all creatures great and small.

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