Meditations V

V . . . void is my head.  Well not entirely.  Vent . . . French for “wind” which was as abundant as rain today.  And I came up with Radio Veronica, the iconic 1960’s pirate radio station in the North Sea.  And V. and Vineland, novels written by one of my favorite writers, Thomas Pynchon, who has another book out soon called Inherent Vice . . . another V.   Pynchon, the reclusive writer, was born in Glen Cove,

New York.  The vessel here (1975) also carried the names Philadelphia and Capt. Danny once.

But on this foggy then stormy day, I’ll go with “vacation.”  Even if I tried hard today, a desire for vacation would slow me .  But . . . I took all these fotos today.  I’d never seen Great Lakes Thames River before.  Thames (1980) is ex-Lorrie S.

Margaret Moran pushes past Miriam Moran, who had just assisted Marinoula into a foggy berth.

Laura K, also part of the Marinoula assist, retrieves the docking pilot.

Turecamo Boys feigns pursuit of the small boom boat.

Michele Jeanne swings by, possibly to verify some dredging? and

appears–only appears–to make herself vulnerable in  the process, as Baltic Sea slings in a barge,

drops it, and then hurries off to other business.

Vacation . . . we all need it.  I have vacated some things/thoughts/goals/pursuits this summer, but others have possessed me.  Maybe I don’t want to vacate them and therefore will accept a degree of possession.  And these preoccupations will serve as my security  blanket, despite the cost.

All fotos by Will Van Dorp, to–foggy–day.

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