Anneli, I appreciate the smallest of details in this poem. Indeed, such a day is done! When my wife was growing up, she sometimes went out early in the morning with her grandfather, who operated a crab boat. She has shared several memories such as this from growing up along the Choptank River in Maryland’s Eastern Shore.
January 26, 2026 at 12:11 am
very nice , thank you
today it´s snowing here
greetings , Erika 🙂
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January 26, 2026 at 7:08 am
Hi Erika. Bundle up and keep warm!
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January 26, 2026 at 1:32 am
A fantastic picture and a wonderful tribute, Anneli. One of my grandfathers was a farmer-fisherman.
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January 26, 2026 at 7:10 am
A very satisfying (and sometimes frustrating) way to make a living.
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January 26, 2026 at 10:38 am
Definitely but he didn’t want his kids to follow him. Three of them did although my dad wasn’t one of them.
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January 26, 2026 at 12:53 pm
It’s a very hard life, high risk job.
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January 26, 2026 at 2:57 am
I remember the Bible story of Simon and Andres who throw their net in the ocean and catch many after trusting Him. Beautiful thoughts, Anneli
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January 26, 2026 at 7:06 am
Thanks. Hazel. It is one of the oldest ways of making a living.
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January 26, 2026 at 6:06 pm
Yes! My pleasure, anneli
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January 26, 2026 at 5:31 am
A good tribute to fishers everywhere. It is not an easy way to make a living. Happy Monday Anneli. Allan
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January 26, 2026 at 6:23 am
It’s very hard work, but it has beautiful things about it too.
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January 26, 2026 at 8:05 am
Nice tribute to fishing and the many challenges.
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January 26, 2026 at 1:10 pm
Thanks, Brad. It’s a hard way to make a living but it’s also very rewarding when you count the many beautiful experiences that come with it.
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January 26, 2026 at 8:27 am
I love that poem. I can feel its emotion.
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January 26, 2026 at 1:04 pm
Thanks, Jacqui.
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January 26, 2026 at 10:35 am
Lovely photo; demanding life!
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January 26, 2026 at 1:03 pm
It sure is.
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January 27, 2026 at 1:56 am
Beautiful picture and poem.
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January 27, 2026 at 8:27 am
Thanks, Ursula It looks pretty as long as you don’t think about being on the boat getting seasick.
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January 29, 2026 at 1:54 pm
Anneli, I appreciate the smallest of details in this poem. Indeed, such a day is done! When my wife was growing up, she sometimes went out early in the morning with her grandfather, who operated a crab boat. She has shared several memories such as this from growing up along the Choptank River in Maryland’s Eastern Shore.
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January 29, 2026 at 4:03 pm
Thanks for that nice comment, Richard. I’m glad you could identify with parts of this “poetic” effort.
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January 31, 2026 at 7:48 am
The photo is as beautiful as the poem!
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January 31, 2026 at 10:21 am
Thank you, Jennie. There was a lot for the birds to eat, but it was definitely frosty.
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January 31, 2026 at 1:28 pm
😀
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