Today – appropriately, a beautiful, crisp autumn day – is Tug Boat Friday.
I feel like saying “the rest of my life” because I finally have the clearance to get into the port as much as I like, but perhaps that would be exaggerating things.
But I did get on some tugs today. And you better believe I can’t wait for the next time.
For more posts on tugs, go here. And for the Tug Boat Dreaming gallery, go here.
I must have watched this video about 10 times back to back when I saw Flemming‘s Twitter post. Struck dumb by the entire production – the subject matter, images, edit (as always) and the sheer power that its soundtrack lends.
Years ago, I used to live near a boat yard. An amateur boat building yard. The cycle path I’d follow during evening walks would skirt the yard, and between the foliage of the boundary trees, I’d see all sorts of boats in various states of (dis)repair, propped up in the dry by sticks and things that looked far to frail to support their bulk.
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I haven’t posted anything from my tug boat visit back in August. To be honest, it was so dark most of the time I thought I’d be lucky to get one decent shot, but when I got back and loaded up the couple of hundred shots I took that night I was taken aback. Not because they were particularly good or bad, but because they came through with a life all of their own, that I simply hadn’t anticipated. I’ve spent a lot of time looking through them, playing with them in Lightroom, and thinking about them a whole lot. There’s still something about tug boats that strikes me really hard, which I can’t put a finger on.
There are a few posts coming on this, so be warned. But for now, just some impressions of harbour towage by night.
