On Friday I awoke before the sunrise with a pit in my stomach dreading an inevitable continuation of the sibling bickering over my parents’ modest, slightly cash-starved, estate. There’s nothing really wrong any more — all the big damage is already done. Since May any shred of familial decency has been torn apart and now all that’s left is sweeping up the shards, taking a few parting shots to get the last word in, and then stewing in silence. My parent’s belongings have been unceremoniously junked, different factions have held different funerals, my mother was buried quickly before the entire family could assemble in Chicago, my father’s ashes had to be stashed at a friend’s house, my youngest sister was evicted from the family home as it was rushed through an unnecessary sale, threats of auto theft have been levied over my parents nearly-worthless jalopy, and just about every promise of good nature has been broken.
It’s more of a tempest in a teapot at this point, arguing over who will sign which contract for reimbursement of some credit card bills and past-due taxes. A bit sad that it took just a few months for 60 years of work that Mom & Dad put into nurturing a family to dissolve into bitterness, mistrust, and arguing. But… not a novel story either. “Really, the kids started fighting after the parents died? Shocking, never heard such tales.” I know, I know.
Rather than dwell in bed, in dread, about the day’s confrontations, I decided to take a trip over to the marina and snap pretty pictures of boats. These were all taken with my Fuji X-T4. For the wide shots I used my favorite lens — XF16mm f1.4, and the telephoto shots were done with my latest toy — XF70-300mm f4-5.6.
