Glaze of Spray

I’ll ditch the parody of the title of a book and movie I’ll forego.

The temperatures this morning were below 20 F and will go down to below 10 by tomorrow morning, and yet I was amazed by the routine activity happening on the KVK.  When this vessel was a greater distance off, I didn’t recognize it because of the apparently white hull, the whit/grayish glaze of February.

That color makes it hard to distinguish where hull ends and froth begins.

Be careful if you’re out long in the wind-driven cold.

Now known as Brooklyn, click here for photos of her making a convenience store stop on my rocky office terrace over six years ago.

Photos by Will Van Dorp, who’d love to see your ideas of either shades of spray or glaze of spray . . .  or some other variation on this  . . .. matter.

Sea Ox

I sat on my rocky island, connected only by a repurposed plank to the south side of KVK, lost in revery as I weighed my stresses, fractures, tempests against my blessings

when a tugboat slowly coasted my way, glancing first sidelong, then head on.  First I thought it was posing, but as it approached 50 feet, 20 feet, 5 feet . . . I wondered whether I might get shanghaied or donkey-kicked . . .

but when I saw the previous name, it all made sense in the remnants of my agrarian brain that recalls the curiosity as well as the tolerance of that species.

The grass is greener on this side of the KVK, the treats sweeter, the pizza better certainly.

As it backed away from my rock, I swear it mooed, satisfied after munching bankside hay.  Sea Ox, ex-Leif S, original habitat was in Morgan City, LA, the same yard as June K, featured in many postings.

Photos, WVD.