Tuesday, January 15, 2013

Life afloat

When visiting Harry Powell's home, where does one knock? There's no doorbell, no front door.

A visitor has to carefully climb a short wooden ladder, maneuver around ropes and hatches to finally land on his teak deck. Then just call out his name.

For Powell and his fellow seafaring South Florida neighbors, home is where they hang their life jackets.

They are liveaboards, people who live on boats... My Sun Sentinel article here.

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