James’s artistry has taught me (Dena, of course) so much about apprehending the beauty around me. He shows me the world through his photos, which also trains my eye to[…]
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James’s artistry has taught me (Dena, of course) so much about apprehending the beauty around me. He shows me the world through his photos, which also trains my eye to[…]
Read moreIt’s the only work worth doing! When I (James) posed that hypothesis to a woman on the docks in East Hampton, New York, she laughed at me and replied, “Motherhood[…]
Read moreOne of the best things about being a reader of bloggy things is you don’t have to live through the doldrums! We motored from the Isles of Shoals in New[…]
Read moreRounding Cape Ann has never been simple. This time, it was fog. A thick mess had us sitting tight until it lightened to about a quarter-mile visibility. We didn’t have[…]
Read moreBack in truly familiar waters, the sail from Onset to Plymouth totally rocked. With the usual on-again-off-again sailing through the Bay we blazed in under main alone, you know, like[…]
Read more…Is one that doesn’t break anything, doesn’t kill anyone, and doesn’t drag our anchor. Isaias, for us, was one such hurricane. We perceived the danger early enough in the weather[…]
Read moreS/V S.N. Cetacea used to have a pretty severe steering problem. The Monitor windvane, a self-steering system that uses wind angles and water pressure to turn the wheel and keep[…]
Read moreOur volte-face in the Chesapeake was an awesome call. We went sailing and Deale, Maryland, was were we gunkholed, then bounced on to the Magothy River the following day to[…]
Read moreThe sail from Holaga Snood off Kent Point to Solomons Island took, well, all day. We were heading downwind and couldn’t quite make straight for it because Cetacea doesn’t have[…]
Read moreHarness Creek was kind and gentle on everything but the dinghy. When we felt the bottom of the dink, it was furry and tenacious like a lime-green shag carpet, cir.[…]
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