And the sea will grant each man new hope . . . his sleep brings dreams of home.
– Christopher Columbus
Catamaran at Dusk
Learning to Sail
There is something very romantic about sailing. The graceful lines of the boat, the subtle murmur of the wake, man and nature in harmony. I had the good fortune of taking a cat-rigged scow out on a Northern Michigan lake a few weeks past.
It was great fun!
This photo is of a catamaran, not the boat I sailed, but beautiful nonetheless, the only question is, who would name a sailboat “Frantic”?
The guy who was trying to learn how to sail it before he hit something….!
Haha, yeah, I guess sailing can be kinda frantic sometimes!
Nice image! I like the light and how the detail with long exp effect on the water in the foreground.
Sorry for the delayed response Albert, I missed your comment! Appreciate it!
Ah, I grew up sailing, first on Lake Michigan (and any other lake we could find), later spent many, many years sailing on the Chesapeake Bay. Never sailed Cats but know enough about them (and about sailing in general) to know “Frantic” is often what sailing a Cat is like – they are typically racing boats and they are FAST. Every move you make has to be fast and if you’re racing, ever move is fast to frantic proportions! Even single-hulled sloop sailing (what I did my growing up years on my Dad’s boats) can be frantic, like the time we got stuck out in hurricane-force gales. That was one of the most frantic experiences of my life. Luckily, most of my sailing memories are of tranquil grace as you described in your intro. Have fun and nice photograph.
Thanks for sharing your sailing experience Janine! To be honest, as my first time sailing, I had several rather frantic moments myself!
I couldn?t refrain from commenting. Exceptionally weell
written!