Updated: 4 days ago
We were on a large sailing boat in Annapolis. It was a large group of people, maybe 15, on this boat. I looked up at the giant mast feeling small and vulnerable. There were many signal flags and international marine flags on the main mast. Not all were recognizable, so I put in the US, Israeli, British, Italian and Brazilian along with several signal flags.
We sailed out on the Atlantic, tho never far from harbor, at a frightening clip. It was exhilarating and beyond scary when the ship would lean and water would spray on us and the inside of the boat. So much more intense than sailing small sailboats and sunfish boats in college at Univ- Madison. Thought a lot about my dad who was in the navy in WWII. He walked like a sailor all his life. (I never had "my sea legs" quite like my dad).
Oil on Canvas
36 x 18 in
I must go down to the sea again, to the lonely sea and the sky;
And all I ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by….
John Masefield Sea Fever
Hark now, hear the sailors cry
Smell the sea and feel the sky
Let your soul and spirit fly
Into the mystic.
Van Morrison Into the Mystic
Those who live by the sea can hardly form a single thought
of which the sea would not be part.
lead singer of Aerosmith
Art as an Oasis™
Art as an Oasis is a series of occasional postings from the art of Carrie Kleinberger
providing a temporary respite from both mundane and monumental cares
complimented by words of wisdom from a diversity of others.