So we’re still “living in” Salem, Mass, on the boat, on a mooring and there’s more faded blue hair here every day than I ever saw at the Surrealist Magic[…]
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So we’re still “living in” Salem, Mass, on the boat, on a mooring and there’s more faded blue hair here every day than I ever saw at the Surrealist Magic[…]
Read moreThe entire year before we sailed away from the west coast of the U.S. in 2006 was spent on the three essentials of sailing beyond the curvature of the Earth.[…]
Read moreWe’re back on a hook, not THE Hook, mind you, but a hook. A hook I might add, I do not trust. I didn’t build this mushroom anchoring system and[…]
Read moreI started shooting pictures at my sisters first wedding in 1978, I was 14 years old. She and her slightly shocked soon to be husband “hired” me to take pictures[…]
Read moreI have come to believe the marina industry is a blight on our planet. Another perfect example of run-a-muck capitalism driven by the falsehood of ownership. These so called, Marina[…]
Read moreJames’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[…]
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