Monday, August 17, 2015

Maritime Arts Photography, Part One







The Sea-going Flaneur






In which RAY offers lessons from his image capture bag of tricks








Combining photography, appropriation, and photo-journalism








1.
The Museum of Everyday Life



A successful launch





A leisurely day on the sunshiny  Bay






Maritime photography takes many forms






 The tip of Alameda, the edge of the East bay
The glee of the children
In the good old Summertime






The salt-sprayed approach San Francisco,
Bald cell-phone greenhorn stepping on my shots





Pull into the Ferry Building,
A pedestrian pier where I have whiled away hours
Is visible under the edge of this awning






Onward to Pier 41,
Helicopters omnipresent








Here we are now, 
entertain us






Transfer to an orange street car
Under sunny skies of blue








Fisherman's Wharf,
Ever thus







Fear of Music
from Jaws








Two emergency delivery trucks haul past
It's like the US flag





Coastal Motor Escort
Yet another sort of police





 And so castles made of sand
Fall in the sea eventually





 Lovely day with a gentle breeze
Beach crowd still sparse









 The dislocation of being indoors







 2.
 The Maritime Arts


 


Leo with spiral eyeballs





 The Scotsman figurehead cracked at the last





 A ship of shells 
Expands in the imagination
A passage home from a shipwrecked isle







Messenger in a bottle





 

 Hilaire Hiller painting the psychedelic murals






 The vagaries of the sea
Indeterminacy of Stephane Mallarme






 Ambiguity of hour







A study in knot work
A elongated boat,
That ranger's rocking derriere








Knots that border on the mystical







Seance for a sea-bound afternoon




The Lion's mate equally intense 








3.
 Out of Doors 



Rest period
Dreaming away under a bush







The kids all wade in the water
Adults act like it's liquid nitrogen,
Needless to say whose side I'm on






 Maritime Art Image-capture








Another couple hours before my departure time
Dig the numerals on this old clock








 Hey, Girls, get a load of these huge balls,
They acted like they were deaf







 You know the old saying,
She who hesitates is lost







Time to get back on the trail, no doubt
















14 August 2015

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