City of Fearsome, Daunting Geometries - Day 32

For those interested -

I am currently traveling by sailboat (Singlehanding 33' Gaff rigged cutter) from NY harbor to Melbourne, FL.

I am currently close to the SC-GA border.

I am blogging the trip and creating musical sketches as I go along. I seldom have enough Internet access to post to Contrebombarde, but since this evening I do, I will upload some of the pieces. In general, they are quasi-improvisatory, for HW organ, synthesizers and found audio.

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I surprised myself. Perhaps it would have been a surprise to those who have said I am too green; too soft; too old; not nearly smart enough - to be doing this: I was not afraid - sailing through the fog with only a compass and my hopefully correctly plotted course to guide me. For hours there was nothing but me and the boat and decidedly angry water. And fog. But I surprised myself. I was not afraid. I was not afraid until I knew I was within a mile or so of the inlet. And even then it was not the contrary tide or the rocks that scared me. It was the shapes... Strange, daunting geometries - appearing, after so many hours in the place of juxtaposition between sensory depravation and sensory overload. Shapes that at first seemed to reach miles into the dim sky; shapes that did not belong - angles and tangents that nature did not intent. Frightened is not the right word but my paucity of language cannot find the right word. It was not right. It was obscene in a way that still chills me. Go on and laugh, you of tougher metal; those of you who've done the great loop and circumnavigated the globe - but that - that is the one place thus far I had to grit my teeth to carry on.