Fishing buoys are like a magnet to me when they are piled on the wharf at the harbour. I can't quite figure why I have to try and try again to get that one perfect shot when they are so dirty and grungy - but I can never just walk on by ...
They draw me, too. It's got to be a color/texture thing, I think. I don't live near a working harbor so I have to drive 35 minutes north to find buoys and nets and ships.
