terça-feira, dezembro 15, 2015

Deep Blue: "River Gurara Shipwreck" (38°24'42"N - 9°13'11"W), 24/11/2001, 03/08/2002

(River Gurara Shipwreck, 24/11/2001)

(River Gurara Shipwreck, 24/11/2001)

(River Gurara Shipwreck, 24/11/2001)

(River Gurara Shipwreck, 24/11/2001)

(From left to right, Paulo Heitor, Me, Pedro Ferraz, River Gurara Shipwreck, 24/11/2001)

(River Gurara Shipwreck, 24/11/2001)

(River Gurara Shipwreck, 24/11/2001)

(River Gurara Shipwreck, 24/11/2001)

(River Gurara Shipwreck, 24/11/2001)

(River Gurara Shipwreck, 24/11/2001)

(River Gurara Shipwreck, 24/11/2001)

(River Gurara Shipwreck, 24/11/2001)

(River Gurara Shipwreck, 24/11/2001)

(Running out of Nitrox mixture, River Gurara Shipwreck, 24/11/2001)

(River Gurara Shipwreck, 24/11/2001)

(Going down to the River Gurara Shipwreck, 03/08/2002)

(One of balustrades at the River Gurara Shipwreck, 03/08/2002)

(On my way to the River Gurara Shipwreck, 03/08/2002)

(River Gurara Shipwreck, 03/08/2002)

(River Gurara Shipwreck, 03/08/2002)

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NB: All photos courtesy of Paulo Heitor's Nikon.

"From birth man carries the weight of gravity on his shoulders ... But man has only to sink beneath the surface and he is free. Buoyed by water, he can fly in any direction—up, down, sideways—by merely flipping his hand. Underwater, man becomes an archangel." 

J.-Y. Cousteau

Robert Frost once said writing free verse was like "playing tennis without a net."

I made this free verse poem just goofing off: 

Plunging beneath the blue waters
And as it all finally reposes
So does silence
Being broken only by the sound of the bubbles
Bubbles bursting from my mouth
Temporarily staggering toward the blue above
I go deeper
As far as I can before my breath runs out
Toward an unattainable deep blue
Where a whole new world lies in waiting
Out of reach from the noisy uproar above
Past the unyielding rocks
Moving gently upward
A school of glittering fish scatters at my appearance
The sea tangle dances around
Entangling any foolish enough to wander too close
I’m running out of air 
Time is too short
Back to where I’m from
Beyond the lush and sublimely unexplored world below me
I am wistful to part
Because time
Is what makes it so special

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