At the Easel

Finishing up on a commission for my friend Michael. Painting is a bit like a sailing trip. You give your best, take some chances and see how it all comes out...

Who needs a food truck...

via Daisy II  (photo courtesy of Richard and Carol Clammer)

Looking (Way) Back

I have been organizing my photo files and came upon images of my first boat. She was my home in the late 70's and these pics bring back lots of memories. Her name was Quelle, an English Alan Buchanan-designed Spartan, carvel planked of African mahogany on steamed black oak frames. 23' on deck, 6' 6" beam and 4' of draft. I hope she still sails as sweet and whomever sails her loves her half as much as I did.

Day of departure, Kitty Hawk, NC

On the railway

Down below

Fresh

Overtaking a pinky schooner, offshore St. Augustine, FL

Wing and wing

Film 'Takes'

To be truthful Captain Phillips was more of a nail-biter for me. There is just something about a guy with a gun that you don't understand what he's saying. All is Lost plods along. I guess I have contemplated his situation over the years and have read so many stories that it was not that shocking. Not that I ever want to be in his situation. It was rough to say the least.

Edge of My Seat?

I'm off to the early movie. All is Lost just opened in Richmond. Single-handed and lost at sea. Last night my daughter and I saw Captain Phillips. Hijacked at sea. How much suspense can a guy take in 24 hrs? We'll see...