at sea

Boston Harbor, September 2013

Sitting in a hushed white room, awaiting my turn, reading the pink card: a single name, a date, and "at sea" the only available details. Unusual postscript breeds curiosity. Birth "at sea," turbulent or serene? Young mother or old, in love or alone? From where, to where, and why? Determined or drifting? Destined to live, or die? Upon arrival, were they greeted by an empty pier or friendly embrace? What beauty or misery adorned her life? Love, abandonment, success or defeat? Long ago departed on her final voyage, her life a mystery to me.

Cape Cod, September 2013

 Any random thing can inspire an artistic moment.  Something you see, feel, smell, hear, touch, or read.  Today, it was two words on an ordinance card at the temple.  I wasn't even planning to go today, but traffic was terrible so instead of going home after work, I walked across the street and into a unique experience.
My words are not expressing what I want them to today though, so I'll just post a song or two and some pictures and let that be enough.

 

 The Decemberists: From My Own True Love (Lost At Sea)

 

Christopher Cross: Sailing (beautiful images)

STYX: Come Sail Away (Disney Style)