There is no question, that since our leaving Florida in April, we have seen and been seen in hundreds of places and hundreds of situations that are the essence of a good Postcard. But living INSIDE the Postcard has some other unique characteristics.
We passed this sign walking today. “You are here.” This is usually a very big help in figuring your way around a place, but THIS sign really didn’t help very much. Sure we now know that we are “HERE”, but where in the Heck is “HERE”? And where is here in relationship to anyplace else, specifically someplace that I know?
Its all a matter of context. When you have limited input even “Here” can be a strange and alien place. And so it is with postcards. Even very familiar places can be totally new when viewed in the 2 dimensional world of a camera lens .
With the exception of a couple of bus rides, this whole adventure has never taken us further than 2-3 miles inland from the coast. Places that we have visited by car are completely alien and new when approached from the sea. I am not saying that our sailing adventure is 2 dimensional, but the very fact that we only travel by foot or sail, means that we see a very “thin” layer of the places we visit. This layer is completely different from the layers we have visited before. The layer we are traveling in now is also a beautiful one. Rather than feeling like we have to capture the moment or the view, WE are CAPTURED in the continuous unveiling of new postcard quality beauty, mile after mile.
Although nights can be (can be–they ARE) the longest 1/2 of the day, they also carry a subtle beauty that the camera just can’t capture. Seeing the shape and hearing the splash of something big breaking the water a few dozen feet away is impossible to capture on film, but a thrill that begs to be shared… if only there was a way. Stars that I haven’t seen since I was a child are again becoming friends.
Sunrises and Sunsets are so glorious and so regular, they have almost become mundane. Even so, we stop what ever we are doing every morning and every night, to watch that glory one more time.
And how do you share a Fjord? This is a narrow gut cut into solid granite by a glacier 10,000 years ago. It looks like any other mountain lake, until you UNDERSTAND how it got there… the forces that were involved in its creation.. and the sheer Majesty of it.. its just a postcard.
The ocean too is something like a postcard. We only see the surface, but nearly all the life happens unseen in the layers below the surface. Here in Maine, the tide is 12-18 feet, so we have had the privilege of seeing some of what lies below as the tide recedes and leaves the bottom open for our view. We have also had the opportunity to see whales, and seals, and life that until now we only knew from TV or a book.
Our voyage IS very thin, like the layer of ink on the postcard, but the details that we enjoy are incredible.. partially because they are SO VERY different from what our life was before. Today we walked into town again. This is our third trip in as many days, and everything is pretty much the same, but the things you notice walking this way! Rio and I sat on a bench outside the pharmacy while Jodi shopped inside. The first day there was a rather large cigar butt off to the left of the bench. Yesterday it had moved more to the edge of the pavement, and today I had to look in the grass to see if it was still there. You may say “so what” but believe me, there is immense pleasure in seeing even these details that live in the layers of our cruising life…. our life INSIDE the postcard.