…different time, same sea…
…different time, same sea…
‘Froth In The Wake’
…our destination before us,the churn behind…
‘Dinghies On The Shore’
‘Rowboats At Rest’
Boats out of water and up on the hard are recurring images at Ebb Then Flood.
In one sense vessels on land look totally unfulfilled, but these shots also speak of the necessary fallow periods between eventful times at sea. A hiatus tinged with anticipation.
Time to rest then, before the next adventure…
‘Never Bow Down II’
…don’t be cowed, or bowed down; stay prowed…
…vertical, waiting for horizontal…
‘Thoughts On Embarking’
In a post from yesterday, Embarking, I shared a wonderful quote from Alan Alda about the need to fully commit to journeys into new and strange things.
The man on the gang plank has his bag loaded as he heads for the boat.
He’s committed to the trip.
Alda is right – you can’t leave yourself safely on the shore when the unknown beckons.
Be bold! Have the nerve, Alda exhorts.
To give an example:
I don’t actually ever discuss the craft of blogging itself on Ebb Then Flood (plenty of people more expert than me do so) but embarking on this blogging journey just under two years ago is the sort of challenge that takes you with it once you actually have the gumption to start.
You can’t hold back, and you have to park that sense of self-doubt I suspect we all have, if you want to blog.
It’s certainly taken me to some strange places as I have, erm, pushed the boat out…
Similarly, I wish you boldness and new creative adventures.
– Andy L.
“Be bold. When you embark for strange places, don’t leave any of yourself safely on shore. Have the nerve to journey into unexplored territory”.
– Alan Alda
‘Never Bow Down’
“Never to bow down,
don’t you ever slow down”
– ‘Bow Down’, The Go-Betweens
When I reviewed the above shot of the triple bows, all proud and pointing, these defiant lyrics sprang to mind.
You can listen to the terrific song from Brisbane’s finest, below:
This is the last in sequence of seven posts featuring boats and boatyards, all taken on a wet and dreary afternoon on Auckland’s Tamaki River a couple of days ago.
Not that I am any sort of boatie or seafarer. Far from it, but I do like the look of small vessels and the idea of travel across water in them.
There is just something in the idea of the intrepid voyage that captivates and inspires me.
However, in the photo, the yachts are at their moorings. In the other pictures there are boats up on the hard, on cradles for storage or maintenance, or tied by ropes to a wharf.
Going nowhere fast.
Boats are for sailing, but they can’t do that without repair, repainting and a general overhaul from time to time.
It is necessary, as much part of sailing or boating as getting out on the water.
When the vessels are at rest, it is also time for their owners and skippers to chart new courses and dream of great excursions.
And, thus prepared, adventures await…
‘Otira’ At The Boatyard
‘On The Hard’
‘So, Now We Just Wait…’
Boats on a tidal shore at Kinghorn, Scotland (shot last October).
Each waiting for the tide and an able captain.
Waiting – it’s never easy.
And uncertainty is a prick of a thing…
Boat shed on the Tamaki in late afternoon sunlight.
Just a box on stilts?
Or, a place to launch watery journeys and dreams from?
Name boards of old Fife fishing boats in a museum in Anstruther, from my recent Scottish travels.
It’s all in a name, as they say.
I love these two names.
Names that speak to virtues of dependability and sustainability.
Symbols of strength to call on when braving the often harsh maritime environment.
Symbols are really just things that remind us of what we are about.
Playing pretend now – if you had a boat or ship, what would you name it?
Taking that one step further, if your life was a symbol or virtue ,what would it be?
Three Scottish ladies up on the hard, and in varying states of fitness and beauty !
North Sea waves piledrive into the breakwater of the harbour at Pittenweem, Scotland yesterday.
The title of this post has an exclamation mark to bear witness to the velocity of wind and waves that roared and smashed during my stroll along the breakwater at dusk.Spectacular!
Powerful and unrelenting forces of nature versus man’s cunning engineering.
The breakwater protects fishing and other vessels in the harbour, where it is artificially calm.
Of course ,there are a lot less boats owing to the decline in the fisheries.
One day there may be no more haddock, crabs, lobster and prawns.
And,maybe no more breakwater if the sea has its revenge…