the maritime

Sunset and evening star,
           And one clear call for me!
       And may there be no moaning of the bar,
           When I put out to sea,
       But such a tide as moving seems asleep,
           Too full for sound and foam,
       When that which drew from out the boundless deep
           Turns again home.
       Twilight and evening bell,
           And after that the dark!
       And may there be no sadness of farewell,
           When I embark;
       For though from out our bourne of Time and Place
           The flood may bear me far,
       I hope to see my Pilot face to face
           When I have crossed the bar. Lord Tennyson (1889)

Finished that watercolor commission of the Lady Washington, the first ship I ever crewed aboard and still queen of my heart. This image will be available as a print exclusively for members of the nonprofit that owns and operates her (Grays Harbor Historical Seaport Authority). Watch this space for more details on how to get one of your own!