Islands

Crossing to Colonsay takes the passenger into the light. All around the boat Phaeton's crash sites flash on the waves, with great beams of light and dark, sometimes parallel, sometimes spreading. Three layers or so of thin cloud make for that drama. Many frames shot, but here's just one for now. It's never as easy as it looks to capture these sort of atmospherics.

The crossing lasts over two hours, but the time flashes past as I keep moving from one side of the deck to the other, always seeing some new configuration of light, clouds, sea, and islands. In the middle of all this, the ferry captain decides to have emergency procedure rehearsal. The crew look as lackadaisical as anyone involved in a fire drill, the world over. The "passenger" is dumped on the top deck, is still there for all I know.