. . . er “air” and “water.” But with the Earth & Fire post last week, this had to appear, right?
Thanks to the tentatively definitive compendium on “schooner identification in the sixth boro,” I can without a doubt call the leftmost vessel Imagine and the rightmost Adirondack. And for outatowners, that’s Hoboken in the background.
Just a glimpse of the spoon-bowed, yellow-sailed schooner raises my spirits from dragging along May’s rocks to June’s breeziness.
Notice how the profile of Escape Plan gets echoed here in the upper reaches of North Sea.
With the June breezes and right attention, even if just for a few moments, all my cares take wing and fly away . . . propelling my spirit like a little sloop dallying about the start of the North River.
Seeing a yellow hulled sailboat, like Mamzel, powering upriver, one of many migrating mostly northward at season’s start conjures up one thought . . . sailing . . . you’re doing it wrong.
Clipper City . . . sailing, almost doing it right, but
All fotos by Will Van Dorp.
Here’s an “erin wadder” post from last fall; more soon.
And don’t forget the caption contest here . . . I’ve got some good entries but want some more. Send’em in, please.