The Hammock Papers: Head in the clouds.

08 August 2011

Head in the clouds.

Mackerel scales and mare’s tails, make lofty ships carry low sails.

Jess and Frazier, same day, same time, same clouds, same weather, though great distances apart ...

Jess in West Virginia ...

Frazier in Ohio ...

With one eye on the sky and the other on the fish-oil barometer, the old salts could make some stunningly accurate weather predictions. Lives and livelihoods depended on it, so it stands to reason that study of the weather spawned a rich supply of rhymes and tricks to help with forecasting.

Great sky-watching tips at Landfall: Where Safe Voyages Begin ...

Eric Sloane's Weather Book is always near, as well.

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MARCUS AURELIUS

"Is your cucumber bitter? Throw it away. Are there briars in your path? Turn aside. That is enough. Do not go on and say, 'Why were things of this sort ever brought into this world?' neither intolerable nor everlasting - if thou bearest in mind that it has its limits, and if thou addest nothing to it in imagination. Pain is either an evil to the body (then let the body say what it thinks of it!)-or to the soul. But it is in the power of the soul to maintain its own serenity and tranquility."

VINCENT van GOGH

"What am I in the eyes of most people? A nonentity or an oddity or a disagreeable person — someone who has and will have no position in society, in short a little lower than the lowest. Very well — assuming that everything is indeed like that, then through my work I’d like to show what there is in the heart of such an oddity, such a nobody. This is my ambition, which is based less on resentment than on love in spite of everything, based more on a feeling of serenity than on passion. Even though I’m often in a mess, inside me there’s still a calm, pure harmony and music. In the poorest little house, in the filthiest corner, I see paintings or drawings. And my mind turns in that direction as if with an irresistible urge. As time passes, other things are increasingly excluded, and the more they are the faster my eyes see the picturesque. Art demands persistent work, work in spite of everything, and unceasing observation."

DAN CAMPBELL