Why do I have this fasination with ships, light houses, and the nautical? I don't know how many years I have loved them. The clipper ships are so majestic, so graceful with their billowing sails. A site to behold if you are lucky enough to see one. I wish I had the poets ability to write about them. I think I would write about the clipper ships as if they were almost alive. Like a huge pack animal carrying people across the oceans to new lands and new lives for hundreds of years now. They also carry supplies from one port to another all over the world bringing materials to build with. I believe I read once the first horse to be brought to America was brought by the Spanish on their ship. They brought the first explorers who discovered this continent.
Now they are used mostly for pleasure cruises, races with other ships, and seen on special holidays like the 4th of July. I wish I could have been in New York the 4th of July 1976 when all those Ships came into New York's harbor from all over the world. It must have been an awesome sight to have seen. I have seen pictures of it and I have a large one done by a artist of this scene. But would have been so much more fantastic to have seen it for real. Click on the link below to see the picture.
Ships, the sea, lighthouses, there is something romantic about them, the adventure, the beauty, majestic size of looking up at the sails billowing and the way it glides thru the water. And the sea, the oceans,, the deepth, the secerts it keeps for hundreds of thousands of years, the way it seems to swallow up the sun on the horizon at sunset. And then springs forth slowly at sunrise sometimes with the most beautiful colors every painter would love to be able to paint.
The lighthouses, standing on the edge of the world alone, with their lights helping to show the ships the way thru dark foggy nights.. Some painted simple colors, some with bright colors, strips around them of red or black. They stand tall against strong gales and storms. Keeping that light burning is the tireless man that lives within it. He must live a lonely life on such a far off point of land.
But I guess this may not be the case as much today as it might have been a hundred years ago. Progress has improved on much of this. Still, its nice to think of the way it used to be. When I was about sixteen it was my dream to live in a little New England town or village on the coast or around Maine where the large ships would still come in with their loads of goods and new immigrants. I would have lived in a little cottage over looking the harbor, the smell of the sea coming in my window, the sound of the waves on the shore.. And to add to all this I wanted to marry a handsome sea captain. Boy was I a dreamer and I guess I still am several years later now. lol But what is life if you can't have dreams.
Something I found interesting about a year ago. I discovered one of my great great grandfather's ancestors came here from England around the middle 1600's. They came to Barbados first then to the coast of Virginia. I also discovered many of them were Ship Builders and some were sea Captains of these ships. This was fasinating to me. Could be this love of the sea and ships is in my blood past down you think? *grin Well maybe. But it is a nice thought. Thanks for popping in and sharing my page. And by the way, I am a female. Maybe a couple of hundred years ago I might have been a female pirate. arrggghhh lol |
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