That’s getting me #home #merchantmarine #sea #ship
May 24, 2013 at 10:17AM Day 83/90 The Grill…on the bridge wing #merchantmarine #ship #notreallyagrill #share http://flic.kr/p/eqMaPW
Standing on a solid platform of steel, my body may finally relax from the conscious consideration of falling from the crane. We slid down wires, walked along cylindrical pipe with greasy boots and along 3 inch edge, 80 ft above the deck. The notion of falling must remain realistic, but positive thinking floods the mind, reminded by a safety line of your security. None the less, they are tense moments for the mind and body, already beat down by sun and labor.
With my face over the rail, the wind whips my hair into waves, filling my ears with the sound of a thundering heard of buffalo. When I close my eyes, I’m transported to a dusty plain, where these animals come stampeding inches from my body in all their glory. A spritz of sea water reminds me of my reality. My tongue takes a quick lick to quench its curiosity. In these dark moment, standing alone under the stars, live can be as quiet as possible or it can drown your mind with agony. I chose to find the simple joys and beauties of each moment for there are far worse alternatives. Why would one make any situation less enjoyable than it could be? Lost in imagination is a far greater alternative than being lost in reality. The mind is strong enough to escape the confines of the physical body, allocating a utopia in which it may relish its own workings.
I snap back to reality just in time to see a satellite float across the night sky, north to south. My mind could easily join its adventures, curious of the lives it is affecting, but for now I’ll just absorb the violent breeze of wind on my sun burned flesh.
The day begin with electronic notification of an approaching cold front, containing heavy winds thus building accompanying rough seas. The sky was lightly scattered with puffs of cumulus, allowing the sun to radiate light and heat upon us. A low and average swell rolled from the SW, just enough height to cause spray on the bow while the winds remained a moderate breeze from
W. By early afternoon the first signs of the front were beginning in the sky. The cumulus puffs began taking on more growth, remaining cumulus. In the distance you could see this growth forming stratocumulus which darkened the sky. As the clouds expanded, they rose, collecting moisture to return to earth. The winds began to increase, gradually backing and darkening as the frontal line approached us. The line crossed, bringing the temperature drop along with the Gale, streaking the ocean waves in terror. Overhead, we were covered in a gray blanket only to be showered and illuminated with bolts of lightning.
It is now hours later, laying in my rack to absorb the shutter as the bow pounds upon the sea. Everything shutters, steel groans and the engine trudges for a moment. The ocean brings with her a nasty bag of tricks, capable of destroying us all. For now, we remain battened down, cargo lashed and proceed south to reach Montevideo. I shall sleep well until morning.
May 22, 2013 at 03:12PM Keeping an eye on the gang #ship #sailor #merchantmarine #argentina #anchor #share #gopro @gopro http://flic.kr/p/eo6hT2
Day 81/90 Were going to be a few days late