Traveling along the shore in Port Orchard, Washington, heading to the rental home we love, I noticed something new. “Is that a statue back there?,” I asked my husband. He quickly glanced in the rear view mirror, “I can’t tell. We’ll look when we come back this way.”
It was indeed a figure of a fisherman, carved out of the trunk of a tree. Though weatherworn and weary, his eyes were transfixed on Puget Sound, memories of rough seas keeping him ever vigilant. Though not real, I wondered about the tales he could tell if he was.
I reached out to the Port Orchard Chamber Of Commerce to find out more about the Fisherman, but all that I was able to learn is that he was a personal commission installed on private property. Yet due to its location, everyone can enjoy this art piece. No doubt the same people who passed the tree that once stood here without a glance now look for the Fisherman every time they drive by.
Not a seafaring captain, the tree endured its own effects from wind and water, most likely its undoing in the end. It is always sad for any tree to have to fall, but when it cannot be helped, what better way to further its story. The ebb and flow continues; where once branches and leaves bore witness, a lantern-holding Old Salt has taken over the watch.
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