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No man is an Iland, intire of it selfe; every man is a peece of the Continent, a part of the maine



I COULD wax lyrical about how everybody is linked to everybody else in some small way, and how we're all dependent on each other yaddah yaddah yaddah BUT I'M NOT because I CAN'T BE BOTHERED.

What I will say is that I quite like this photograph. I like how the reflection plays off the water and I like how the colours are all a bit grimy and most off all I like the tension is quite evident when you look at the rope. And it should be. This flimsy little rope is all that's mooring a catamaran not much smaller than this one here.

There is something terribly impressive about that!
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Jane Hards Photography said…
Arty farty bit. It is a great image with that litlle droplest of water off the rope. Me I rely on very few people, they will let you down, so I'm relatively rope free.
11 July 2008 at 22:03
Debbie Courson Smith said…
Well, it just shows that all you really need is a bit of rope to stay anchored - as my boating dad would say...one of the more polite things he says while boating, really.
11 July 2008 at 23:04
EG CameraGirl said…
Great photo, Kris. It's proof that simple is often best.
12 July 2008 at 02:08
Benjamin Madison said…
There's a lot to like about this photo. I wish I had taken it myself.
12 July 2008 at 02:36
The D in D & T said…
this is gorgeous. love it.
12 July 2008 at 13:49
Louis la Vache said…
Very fine image, Kris!

On a different subject, "Louis" et Mme. la Vache celebrate their premier anniversaire today.
12 July 2008 at 16:58
Kitty said…
very nice photo. Great job!
I especially like how dark the water is. It's nice that you can't see what's going on.
12 July 2008 at 22:58
Kris McCracken said…
Babooshka, I wish that I had more time that morning to better frame it (eg, get rid of the relection. The trouble is I only get the chance to and from work, or with a toddler in tow. Not the ideal conditions for art!

Boise Diva, rope will get you there!

EG TG, Ben, D in D & T, Louis and Kitty, thanks for the kinds words! I like this one myself too.
24 August 2008 at 18:22
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