Trip Of Contrasts.

   Hard men on heavy boats, pulling a livelihood from the sea, contrast with the polished yachts and motor cruisers of the Saturday sailors.

   Fishy smelling, working harbors, on the other side of ruled and regulated yacht clubs.

   A flat blue sea, not bothered by wind, extends into a blue sky filled with sun. But in a close of your eyes, it is dark, big and awful to be with.

   Moments in the here and now push aside the gnawing of homesickness. 

   Wet is dry. Cold is warm. Sick is well. Scared is ... scared.

   These are the testings.