Working on water
Wherever there are people and there is water, there are boats. Once, many many years ago, I took a freighter from Hawaii to Yokohama. During the two-week voyage, the main (only) activity was watching the sea. This was my first adventure, and the glitter and swell of the ocean was endlessly romantic. As I slept on the deck at night, the boat and I—in an Escher-like illusion—seemed to grow motionless, while the starred sky absorbed the waves' rhythm and swayed back and forth high above me.
All this is nautical miles away from the people above, for whom a boat is a tool of livelihood, even survival.
What a wonderful, rich life you’ve had - and have!
Beautiful. I love your description of an unexpectedly romantic young Terry, apparent immune to sea sickness. The first photo looks like a Biblical scene.