With Sails I wanted to express how it feels to ride the wind.
On a bright day, last summer, I went to the Rockland Parade of Sails, to attempt to translate, with my art, the magic windjammers under full sail transmit. Walking towards the water’s edge I was immediately struck by that sense of awe as a schooner caught the wind and effortlessly sped by. Even though, on the shore all the ships were over a mile in the the distance a rush went through my being at the sight. Frantically, I switched my lens to a 85 – 200mm zoom, doing so my mind helped to calm me, telling me, “Don’t worry the show has just began, they’ll be doing this for sometime.”
Taking some deep breaths I noticed I wasn’t the only one under the mystic spell of the ships. A girl with a dragon tattoo just stared at them with her mouth open. Finally, she uttered,”radical.” An elderly couple squeezed their hands tighter as they both gazed out to sea and I wondered what timeless connection with these great vessels they both might be thinking about. A boy around ten years old tugged at this mother’s sleeve exploring her to get closer. She too was transfixed on the ships. I took my cue from the excited youth and started my trek on the stone causeway that led to a lighthouse a mile out in the harbor, where we all could get a better view. Continue reading