by day the blue will pale down into white where it touches the white of the land, after sunset it has a new circumference-orange, melting upwards into tenderest purple. but the core of blue persists, and so it is by night. then the stars hang like lamps from the immense vault. the distance between the vault and them is as nothing to the distance behind them, and that farther distance, though beyond colour, last freed itself from blue. -e.m. forster (a passage to india)
Oh how I miss summer nights sailing on my father's boat. What a nice reminder...
ReplyDeleteI love this photo. As a New Englander who transplanted west, this shot makes me miss the schooners of the east coast.
ReplyDeleteThanks for sparking the memories of Mystic Seaport and Long Island Sound.