S A I L I N G - B/W Photography
S A I L I N G
... in a few photos and wordsWhen the sailboat leaves the harbor and enters the open water, the engine goes quit and the wind takes its place. The sails are raised flapping and then instantly inflate as the wind fills them with force and vitality. The sailor says goodbye to all the commotion of the land and turns all senses to her majesty the sea.
Between leaving my house and getting into the open water there are no expectations. The sea is always changing, the wind is always playing a different melody. To conquer the sea means to obey it whims, to sail in bliss means to have total control over the boat – it is both humbling and empowering at the same time.
When the course is lost or the wind dies the boat immediately signals the sailor through flapping sails or loss of speed that the sheets need to be trimmed or released (if over trimmed). The sailor is constantly engaged with the boat, paying close attention within and all that can be seen up to the horizon line, as dangers can often creep-up quietly from any direction.
Racing a sailboat is like playing in stock market.
An experience racer will start going full speed towards the start line from a far distance relying on his/her experience and an educated guess when the start horn will blow, leaving all those who were waiting patiently by the start line behind. On the other hand, if the horn doesn’t go off, the overzealous racer will pass the start-line and will cause a delay, forcing its crew to make a turn back, and try again – compromising its timing and momentum. Of course some have insider information… so you have to watch for boats that look like they know what they’re doing. Try that when there are 60 boats of different sizes and classes - all competing in the same regatta. It’s exhilarating.
As an amateur sailor one may take comfort knowing that they don’t have to make snap judgment and sudden decisions, as the captain’s call can bring an immediate reward or punishment; the truth is that the crew is as engaged in sailing as the captain, each crew member is responsible for their task – which means observing what the others are doing an adjusting accordingly - like a body organ, the sailor is as independent as its purpose permits – doing one's best to cooperate with others, making the rest of the body run efficiently.
Ultimately, every sailor is a dreamer of a voyage, of their own course, on their own boat. Weather racing regattas or cruising for pleasure, part-time adventure or a full-time home on the water, alone or in company, every sailor is exploring their free soul and expressing it through their boat – a quiet arrow piercing gloriously through the elements.
The photos were all taken during the 2 regattas I’ve participated in this year, and edited into a growing collection of my nautical photos
Thank you for reading.
Nice photos, what kind of boat were you sailing?
hello @yachtcaptain! nice to see another sailor here. It was a 1976 Tartan30 that is rigged for racing. Cant wait for another race coming up in January!
Love these, used to race Tanzer 22s with my dad as a kid. Don't think any other sport can shift so dramatically from mindbogglingly boring to fun as hell day-to-day lol
Thank you! good to find a salty soul here! yeah, the biggest action i've had on a sailboat so far was delivering it to the start line - through rough weather, with few people and then back at night. While the regattas, were held in very mild conditions, to the point of utter boredom. I had to google Tanzer 22, its nice little boat, looks like you can pretty much learn everything about sailing on it before getting a bigger one :) do you still sail or was it more your dad's passion?
Definitley my dad's passion, though now that I'm older I would love to get back into it, however I don't have the money for the repairs at the moment lol. True story: I took my new girlfriend on a sail race one time and it went so well I feel unbelievably corny telling it haha, it was a gorgeous day, wind made for an exciting but not too crazy race, Dad was only talk-shouting his orders instead his usual Captain Ahab howls to be polite, and at half way when we turned back (we were pretty far behind) the wind shifted and everyone bust out their front sails, with the sun sitting just low enough to enhance the crowd of bright, loud colors all front sails have without straining the eye. I mean this was some rom-com shit. Then literally as we crossed the finish line (buoy) our mast, out of nowhere, fell directly ontop of the seating section hahaha. Nobody was hurt (somehow), but the mast is still broken, and don't tend to be cheap.
wow... nice image of the golden hour hitting the sails. I witnessed a similar one that i wish i could capture with my phone at that moment but couldn't since i was the only crew running the show - helm, fails and everything in between with 9 ft waves and the Capt. taking a nap.
I don't think I could ever be a photographer for exactly that reason, if I missed something like that it would drive me insane
Great photos and words!
thank you! i shall make more! :)