I looked up to the crow’s nest where lookouts would have perched. Lines dropped down to the ship’s deck, cutting the sky into triangles. I snapped photographs of all that geometry, those hard lines, that negative space, and daydreamed about sailing. As I photographed, each frame made me realize the expanses of my ignorance. I … Continue reading Rigging


Saturday in Baltimore: the sun shone bright, the sky gleamed blue, and I carried my real camera to the Inner Harbor where the historic wooden USS Constellation and the USS Torsk submarine are moored as museum ships. Rope pulls me with its usefulness: twisted for strength and elasticity, fibrous for friction to hold itself tight. … Continue reading Rope