Down river . . . awaits, as does up canal. The tamarack mast approaches verticality for the first time using
the hinge designed to get under low bridges. The afternoon light, the ship’s lines and natural wood, the crew raising the mast, the absence of 21st-century detail in the background . . . it all made me feel transported to medieval Scandanavia, dredged up some voices from a previous life maybe.
Using the hinge, the mast can quickly swivel back down to fit under something.
I don’t know the name of the “horn” on port side of stem, but it functions (will function) as a bowsprit holder. Bowsprite holder? No further comment from me.
As I found no available small boat to take this foto from the proper location, I got this view as I could.
The same is true here.
My attention has always been drawn to the leeboards (zwaarden) of Dutch sailboats. Even today my mother has Delft blauw dishery around her house, probably where I first saw these “fish-fin look-alikes.” As a kid, I saw these as making Dutch sailboats as part-boat, part-fish.
“Ready about,” and I’m not sure what the command would be in Dutch; I’m eager to see these boards swivel during a tack in coordination with other shifting surfaces.
In the first days of June, Onrust makes her way to the sixth boro. I linked to this Schnectady DailyGazette article yesterday (although several hours after posting, so if you didn’t see it then, check it out).
This just in: Henry, sailing the unhappy Dutch yacht Half Moon, has again sent an ungargled ungarbled message across time and geography. Check it out here.
All fotos by Will Van Dorp.