The Vincent-K
Thursday, November 29th, 2007“I’m walking around the port bow looking for some of the deck to splinter. The sea is rough and to the point. The wind is pendulating across the bow like a ball of cut grass, and smelling of old books.”
NOTE: This is a thought I found I had written from the deck of the Vincent-K during a trip with Jim Campbell to the Channel Islands. Jim is seen in the last image.






















