I liked watching the sailors manipulate the wind, influencing the sails to form a pregnant curve. However, the quiet moments after the race appealed to me most. The sloops slid into the harbor and rested beside each other. The light softened, the air cooled, and the sails wilted and collapsed. I watched the teams roll the crinkly white sheets on the pier, hose the deck, and tie serpentine knots around cleats.
I snapped this photo of an RC44 team member on a line, soothing his boat to rest after a day of white-capped adrenaline. To me, the beauty in racing is watching sailors respect the vessels that play with wind.
|Sailor Tends to a Resting RC44 at Broadway Pier, San Diego|
(Awesomely amateur photo credit: Carrie Keyes)
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