I shot this footage when I was traveling to Martha’s Vineyard last month. We were on the Governor, the old, open, quiet freight boat. There was something magical and hypnotic about watching the sea slip under the boat.
This from Mary Oliver:
Beside me
the gray sea
was opening and shutting its wave-doors,
unfolding over and over
its time-ridiculing roar;
I looked but I couldn’t see anything
through its dark-knit glare;
yet don’t we all know, the golden sand
is there at the bottom,
though our eyes have never seen it,
nor can our hands ever catch it.
from Bone by Mary Oliver
