As seen leaving Baltimore’s Inner Harbor this morning. Yes, those tiny figures on her spars are the crew, ready to tend the sails.
Well, her rig, anyway. Looking great at dusk.
Here by the Waccamaw River, dragonflies come in all sizes and colors. I love them. Especially when they decide to park on the rigging.
Because you have to have something to do while you’re sailing. The almost-4-year-old calls our joint suspend-the-blocks-from-the-rigging effort his Remote Control Face. (There are little faces on a couple of the blocks. Also, he’s harbored a minor obsession with remote controls for several years now.)