There’s something about getting on a boat and crossing a large body of water to an island that makes you feel one step removed from normal life. Why did I miss that call or not return that email? I was on an island. People seem to be willing to accept that excuse.
The Steamship Authority runs a few ferries a day to the island of Nantucket that take both cars and passengers. There are passenger-only high-speed ferries one can take, but I typically have to take a truck filled with flowers and props for photo shoots when I go to the island. The crossing takes 2 1/2 hours and you never know what type of weather you might encounter on that long slog. I’ve had balmy nights when I’ve sat on the highest deck drinking a bottle of wine with friends, frigid days when the deck was icy, and sunny mornings I’ve slept in the sun stretched out on a bench. My favorite crossings however are the foggy, windless, still and slightly ominous ones when the land blends into the water and the horizon line melts away leaving you just a big disoriented.
Here are a few photos I’ve taken over the past two years during my crossings.
This is a photo of the water coming off the boat taken with a long exposure.
Happy crossings to you.