Shrimp Tales and Tides

I just completed this little project. Well, little may not be the most accurate description seeing as it stands two feet tall and lacks only one pound of weighing twenty.Shrimp Tales and Tides. Folk Art from Carlton's Classic Creations

The inspiration began with the little boat I bought from a lady in the “Lowes” parking lot a while back — and while piddling around the back yard with extra time on my hands I spotted an old swimmers platform weathering away on the back of my real boat. It made the perfect fishing pierFolk Art From Carlton's Classic Creations: "Shrimp Tales and Tides" for the “Old Salt” and his dog to mend nets and spin tales of fish lore and Mermaids on.

I call it —                 “Shrimp Tales and Tides”

Shrimp Tales and Tides - Carlton's Classic Creations

Shrimp Tales and Tides

 

 

 

Shrimp Tales and Tides

 

 

 

Shrimp Tales and Tides Hand Constructed Folk Art

Shrimp Tales and Tides

Shrimp Tales and Tides

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Hurricane

 

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Clouds rolling, fishing boats trolling, no one hurries, no worries.

Why would they?

Just another week before, times so oft seen ashore – Hurricane

Seas at calm, humidity and balm, casting nets, no one frets-

And why should they?

Three days still ahead, winds blustery, no imminent dread – Hurricane

Some boats docking, nothing shocking, tides ebb and flow as always.

And why shouldn’t they?

Two days out, growing swells, winds blow wet, fishy smells – Hurricane

Batten down the hatches, ply-wood patches, windows X’ed, and boarded.

Just another day.

Sea walls breach, waters roll in, cars flood the bridge again – Hurricane

Red sky morning, a sailors warning, fishing pier nearly covered.

Will it hold?

Windows smashing, palm trees lashing, bridges crashing – Hurricane

Houses falling, winds a squalling, power shorted, beach aborted—

Where are they?

People missing, windows hissing, trees falling, rivers mauling – Hurricane

Pier is gone, squeals and moans, rip-tides ravaging main street.

When will it end?

Skies darken, as the sea resides, no where left on earth to hide-Hurricane

Barometric vacuum steals breath from lungs, too late now no-where to run.

Tidal Wave!

Forty-foot wall of deadly force, headed inland with no remorse-Hurricane

Sudden blast of horrendous sound, no-one to hear it,  there is no –

Town

 

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