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Here I am looking right down its bow. I like the magnitude of this one, and think that the clouds set it off nicely.

I'll leave the boats for now.
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Nathalie H.D. said…
I hadn't been here for a while and I really enjoyed the browse through your previous posts. THe Datsun 1600 stories were great fun, as were the photos of the streaker and your photo of Ezra with the caption "and so I did. Because I can." I love your sense of humour.

Your story of the dedicated and very professional bartender on board the love boat made me laugh again. The photo of the tiny lifeboat at the bow of the passenger liner was extraordinarily meaningful to me. I went through the Panama Canal on board a sailboat and going through the locks felt pretty much the same as that. We would enter the lock first and then see that huge containership come right behind us, it was a pretty imressive sight!!!
2 February 2009 at 21:40
Priyanka Khot said…
that is some boat... look at the size... i am intimidated by such sizes.
2 February 2009 at 22:07
Ken said…
Last fall was the first time I saw a cruise ship up close and was blown away by it's size. Nicely photographed.
2 February 2009 at 23:33
KL said…
I love the scale and perspectives in this picture.
3 February 2009 at 00:19
Kris McCracken said…
Nathalie, I hope that you had a life jacket handy when you saw that container ship bearing down. It's pretty imposing right underneath. I would have fallen in!
3 February 2009 at 12:21
Kris McCracken said…
Priyanka, we've had a few US aircraft carriers docked in the Derwent in the past. They are HUGE, and dwarf this ship.
3 February 2009 at 12:22
Kris McCracken said…
Ken, the interesting thing about this one is that it pulls up right near the CBD, so everyone can get a good look at it.

My father is a seaman, so I've had the opportunity to get into the engine rooms of some of these ships. It's odd to see spark plugs two metres tall.

Jen got to sit in the Captain's chair of one of the Spirit of Tasmania ferries, so we've faired alright on the nautical front.
3 February 2009 at 12:24
Kris McCracken said…
KL, I had to post this one, becuase of that exact reason!
3 February 2009 at 12:24
Anonymous said…
You should try a waterline survey out of a lifeboat, or better still out of a rubber ducky. Looking up the side of these giants of the sea is awesome. Try the huge lump of steel afloat on a tumultuous sea, and you are as nothing compared to the size of the waves all around you.
3 February 2009 at 22:44
Kris McCracken said…
Roddy, not everyone gets that opportunity, although it sounds like Nathalie got close.
4 February 2009 at 08:09
Unknown said…
The boat series and your commentary are super. Made me laugh, Kris. :) Have a wonderful Thursday!
5 February 2009 at 14:46
Kris McCracken said…
Thiên, Thursday is nearly over for me. Going to leave work early and head to the supermarket. Whoopie!
5 February 2009 at 14:59
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