Boat Safety begins not with oars, but with determination and courage. Each vessel, port and starboard, must be deemed seaworthy. Each sailor in aforementioned vessels employ must be judged by a court of the deep seas as being buoyant and intrepid. For every barnacle accounted, there must be a jib, pulley, and aft. When the nigh winds howl at ye wooden leg, a boat safety expert must welome them not with merely a grimace, but a defiant scowl, your good eye glistening with the grit of the anticipation of battle. To safely maneuver a boat from one channel to another strait, from these waters to those shores, from bay to bight to tomorrow’s evanescent anchorage, a true practitioner of boat safety must muster an unparalleled depth of knowledge of all things life preserver, choke, and mast. Unto each sail, may ye flap in safe waters, and unto each mooring may ye sway in safe harbor, for where the creed of boat safety travels, thereunto all men shall be safe boating.
Why is talking to strangers easier when you’re not at home? Why does a sudden change from cold to warm weather stimulate your optimism glands? Why does film look better than digital? Does it still look better when you scan and edit it digitally? Does anyone care? What is the most important thing to remember?
A work trip exploited for personal project creation, this is the material and spiritual essence of my recent Austin jaunt, captured in 100 ASA color slide Fuji Velvia. Deep blues seep off of the slide sideways as the world becomes friendly and contemplative. This is where existentialism meets sanitary pragmatism, where life meets death meets ice cream, where day meets dusk meets waking midnight hours.