Pandora is now singing some song about a man-o-war. Coincidentally, I am TRYING to put down the words to talk about the Portuguese man-o-war jellies washed ashore on the Outer Banks. Jellies are utterly beautiful: colorful, translucent, transparent, nearly invisible. All of the tentacled sort kill prey by shooting venom into them, but only a few harm humans.... and these are one of the more dangerous. So, I keep a sharp eye out and try not to step on them: I saw six last week down on Cape Lookout on my sunrise walk..
In other news, I took my final night sail with my beloved wooden masts, lightning occasionally flashing in the distance. I'm now back up in New Bern and am going to replace them with used aluminum masts over the next couple weeks. I have a lot of other things I should do on the boat, but am so darned tired...
What an extraordinary photo, Skip. It looks good enough to eat!
ReplyDeleteWow that is a big project Skip!
ReplyDeleteSo good to hear from you, Skip. I sure hope you make it to Chatham,even with aluminum masts! Peter
ReplyDeleteThis photo is like a moonscape - stunning lighting on the man-o-war !
ReplyDeleteAnd ... I hear you about letting go of your "beloved wooden masts". A tough choice. May the new masts give you peace of mind!
Memories of popping them on the beach as a kid. Are there woman-of-peace?
ReplyDeleteSeems appropriate....
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