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Sunday, May 22, 2005

 

Night on the edge of the Atlantic


St Johns docside bw2
Originally uploaded by trevorsc.

This picture brings back all sorts of memories of coming into strange harbours in the middle of the night . . . making port was always cool, trying to sort out the lights on the chart from the background noise of the city, staying alert for the dark loom of land or unlit buoys or guys in little fishing boats without lights. It was always best sailing, without the white noise of an engine propelling us deaf towards the unknown. Silence just worked better.

Walking down the hill three blocks to the harbour in St. John's was stepping from a small city calm to the fresh salt air that smelled of movement and the possibilities of other places.

If we all want stability so much why does movement feel so good?


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