Azimuth
Alone in the harbor, this one boat sat on her mooring all one winter. I know of tragedy in this fisherman's family, and at first titled I titled this "Refuge" with all of that in mind, yet the title didn't seem just right.
Once again, this is very much a portrait of a man, a family, of complex relationships....and somehow "Azimuth" spoke to me of the relationship that we all, in our circumscribed worlds, have with larger forces.
This is really two different photographs….the larger world beyond and the equally large, if more intimate, world within.
I love how the boat has managed to keep open the little bit of water right around her....she is not fully frozen in and, somehow, there is resilience in that.
And a sense of isolation, but maybe some hope, too.
Here’s a poem written by Philip Conkling, inspired by Azimuth
Mercury’s Arc
The winds clock round
From the roaring east
Then veer north-northwest.
The gale-lashed tide,
Claws at our shores
And drains down the bay.
Through swirling squalls,
An island looms near
Flashing out a warning.
Clouds lower to earth
Before they break open
And scatter about like pearls.
In the morning stillness
Fleet Mercury
Has cut an arc
Now carved in ice,
A plane inscription
Of a rounded light.
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