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Beagle Project
Day 9 on board the Stad Amsterdam
Selvagem Grande
September 9, 2009
15:00 HR
After breakfast, Redmond is behind Vim’s microscope checking into the world of plankton. After last night’s performance with the Ashton Brothers plankton has become a more tangible part of our world. There is a reference in their variety and place it holds as part of the sanctity of life and a player in our theater.
I sit on the roof of the aft deckhouse practicing a new chord progression on the banjo. At first the new chords are difficult for my fingers to find, and the new sounds take time to begin to make sense to my ear. As the chords become easier to play and the sounds leads me on to familiar chords and progression except they bring with them the promise of discovery, new sounds and new feelings. As I play the ship, rises and falls on a sea, of royal blue. I drift back into the familiar music that is inside me, a small journey. When I return I bring with me a familiar sound of Miles Davis, Sketches of Spain.
21:00 HR
In the evening we come to a small Island “Selvagens Grande” to pick up some scientists and film crew. It is not a Spanish island, but Portuguese. It is dark when we arrive, and the deck lights on the ship have to put out because the sea bird are not accustomed to the brightness and injure themselves by flying into the rigging. Overboard there are luminous creatures in the water. It is too dangerous to pick up anyone in the dark so we will wait until the morning.
Local Time: 21:00 HR
Position:
30º 08.9 N
15º 54.9 W
Wind Speed: 7 Knots
Wind Direction: SSE
Water Temperature: 22.2º C
15:00 HR
After breakfast, Redmond is behind Vim’s microscope checking into the world of plankton. After last night’s performance with the Ashton Brothers plankton has become a more tangible part of our world. There is a reference in their variety and place it holds as part of the sanctity of life and a player in our theater.
I sit on the roof of the aft deckhouse practicing a new chord progression on the banjo. At first the new chords are difficult for my fingers to find, and the new sounds take time to begin to make sense to my ear. As the chords become easier to play and the sounds leads me on to familiar chords and progression except they bring with them the promise of discovery, new sounds and new feelings. As I play the ship, rises and falls on a sea, of royal blue. I drift back into the familiar music that is inside me, a small journey. When I return I bring with me a familiar sound of Miles Davis, Sketches of Spain.
21:00 HR
In the evening we come to a small Island “Selvagens Grande” to pick up some scientists and film crew. It is not a Spanish island, but Portuguese. It is dark when we arrive, and the deck lights on the ship have to put out because the sea bird are not accustomed to the brightness and injure themselves by flying into the rigging. Overboard there are luminous creatures in the water. It is too dangerous to pick up anyone in the dark so we will wait until the morning.
Local Time: 21:00 HR
Position:
30º 08.9 N
15º 54.9 W
Wind Speed: 7 Knots
Wind Direction: SSE
Water Temperature: 22.2º C