Saturday, June 4, 2011

messing about in boats

finish line

Don't tell my garden but I am cheating on it. This affair has been going on for years now and the relationship between me and my weeds has become quite strained. It started innocently enough when I answered an email from one of my relatives. He was looking for crew to help him race a J24. At the time, what I knew about boats could fit in a teaspoon of seawater and I had a pretty romantic notion of what sailing was about. I figured that I could compensate for my lack of knowledge with some wicked kitchen skills and imagined I would spend the races below decks manning the well equipped galley where I could keep busy opening wine, cutting up cheese blocks and putting out appetizers. If you have ever raced a small sailboat, you are probably laughing at this image. Racing is not quite that genteel and often, a smooshed peanut butter sandwich or a granola bar are the only items on the menu. Something in the game hooked me though and a few years ago I bought a boat with a friend. We've spent a couple summers racing it at a local club and the abject terror has softened into pulse pounding fun. Time on the water is addictive and my garden is suffering from some neglect. It's hard to serve both the land and the sea.

A few scenes from today's Appleton Rum Harbour Race: A bermuda start from the Northwest Arm, then around Hens and Chickens Shoal at Point Pleasant and into the Harbour with a raft up at Bishop's Landing. Amazingly, the diminutive Luna took second place.

luna crew

lorna trimming 4

one boat ahead

2 spins

raft up 1

raft up 2

Friday, June 3, 2011

she works for scale

Jigs 1

Plant pictures are nice and all, but sometimes you need to lend a sense of proportion to the image. If I was a geologist, I'd probably put a ruler in for scale or go really wild and crazy and put in a shovel. I am fortunate to have a wheaten terrier ready to hand and if you can overlook her complete disobedience, she makes a trusty assistant.

Observe. A path without a wheaten terrier:

path without jigs

A path with a wheaten terrier:

jigs on path

Much better don't you think? A little more life in the frame. Her stage entrances are a bit late but she works for kibble and doesn't talk back.

She's terrific for scale. How would you know this rhodie is a gangly, lanky thing unless she showed you the whole tree:

jigs mezit

And if the scene requires it she can even break out her acting skills. Here she is with a melodramatic sniff:

jigs sniff

For background performance work she drops her rates:

jigs blur

pink rhodie closeup


polypodium old growth

polypodium new

rhodie jungle

through daphne