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Thanks to Joel Milton for this foto. Romer Shoal Light dwarfed by the sky? If so, here’s some info on origin of name, which I wanted to spell “roamer,” which would make it an especially treacherous shoal and ingenuous light. Zeebart recently sent this lighthouse link.
This foto illustrates the profound attraction big water exerts: openness, uncluttered vistas, an antidote to hustlebustle. Melville nails it in Moby Dick Chapter 1 paragraph 3 especially with the lines starting . .
” What do you see?- Posted like silent sentinels all around the town, stand thousands upon thousands of mortal men fixed in ocean reveries. Some leaning against the spiles; some seated upon the pier-heads; some looking over the bulwarks of ships from China; some high aloft in the rigging, as if striving to get a still better seaward peep. But these are all landsmen; of week days pent up in lath and plaster- tied to counters, nailed to benches, clinched to desks. How then is this? Are the green fields gone?”
Other sights to behold may be haunting, like this one from Punta Arenas, shared by Jesse, who took the foto as he neared the southern end of his many-thousand-mile motorcycle journey from New York to Tierra del Fuego and as documented in this compelling blog southbound650.
Above unidentified square-rigger may have launched from the same yard, same year–124 years ago– as Wavertree, below, benefiting from several decades of volunteer work in lower Manhattan. Notice the location of the two hawses on both vessels. Two guys on the bowsprit on next two fotos below are jerseycity frankie and … tugster, taken by Maggie.
Bowsprit painters show scale and size of the headrig.
See Tierra del Fuego on the distant horizon. In foreground, the decrepit handiwork of the industrial past gets re-purposed as docking
extraordinary, profoundly unique.
Might she of the intriguing name Wye River (unless you know the Chesapeake watershed) be afloat 124 years hence (2133 AD or CE)? Re-purposed?
There’s something about spring’s unstoppable approach out of the frozen grasp of winter that raises questions about past and future.
Good time for me to write and read blogs, devour good books, and seek out the challenging in other print. Make lists. Listen to haunting music. Gather with kindred spirits.
Good book: The River Why. Here’s a summary.
Challenging article: Harley enthusiasts in Havana, Cuba, transcending politics. I’ve tried to weave this into the blog almost two months now. It’s the transcending ideology that appeals to me.
Gathering: I added some links since posting this yesterday. Eager for the next waterbloggergathering.