At the Port Townsend Wooden Boat Festival, all is grandiose and world-class -beginning with the marine cranes!Al sailors are eager and ready…Boats of all kinds and sizes -like this classic O’Day Mariner- proudly owned by Robert Huber since 1976- are ready to go!They all align by one another at the “Boat Haven Marina”, to form their own small marine-forest…And off we go!From the water, you see hotels -like the Aladdin, roght on the water…And here they come!
Back in town, on top, the tower of the Victorian -and still in fuction- Port Townsend Court House…And interesting horizon views parade for your eyes only…Sail boats -like foam at the crest of a wave…But not everyone congregates…And the sail-less ferry comes punctual to town, even today…White swollen triangles here and there…dancing away…Others, waiting…And here they come in all their glory!…The wooden boats!That ship slides on a universe of water sun-stars…This ship, keeps it’s rounded body still on the water for a moment…Oh, the beauty!…Even from far you can see the perfection of the wood work…-And more so, as it approaches…And you could almost touch the honey colored woods!And you go around it in admiration…And you delight in the sight of it’s Maple-leaf-flag, embelished by the sun and winds of the Port Townsend Bay…And more wonders: Not only beautiful boats make this day special…Also the very unique new Port Townsend Maritime Center, opens its doors today to the world!And the city is proud…With a gabble roof, another jewel: the recently restored-to-perfection 1885 Clam Cannery…-converted now into a Livable-Art lush hotel: The Clam Cannery Hotel…
Down Town…right ON the water!What a morning for canoes…As far as buildings go, here’s part of the Clam Cannery Hotel -and the wooden old ferry pier -to become a pier for boats, yatchs, AND aquaplanes…Direct from DT Seattle to DT PT!Again here comes the ferry…
But, the dreams hang from the masts…
And people come to see and share…The love for perfection in wood-workmanship, put to the sturdiest test: The waters of the Port Townsend Bay… Of which, those who’ve sailed all their lives say that: “If you learn to sail in Port Townsend Bay, you can sail anywhere!”
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Master Poet Christopher Herold presides the creative table. J.J., poet and artist, and Carol sit by his left…
Creativity and form find a most conscious balance in this ancient art of Renky Poetry. Lots to ask and consult with each other…
Verbal, and literary consultations are required and welcome. Here Master Karma Tenzing Wangchuk is finding pertinent information…
EveryOne is envolved…
Suggestions and ideas are invited to freedom -curiosly possible within a most strict set of rules, favoring novelty, quality, variety, and mostly, awareness…
The group is open and welcoming. It gathers once every month, and fosters the most delightful society, and fun…
Friendship, food, drink and colaboration are the norm…
Interestingly, after each Poetry stanza is accomplished and unanimously approved, it is shared as “the new” part of the ongoing Renku Poem…And invariable, the feeling seems delicious to me!
If you are curious and/or interested in contacting this splendid and unique group -which honors the intellect and spirit of Port Townsend with its existence, please ad your comment here with your e-mail. I’ll promptly answer you, and get you in touch with Christopher and Karma Tenzing.
CHEERS FOR RENKU!!!
On going poem of the Port Townsend RENKU Poetry Group:
A SKEIN OF OLD YARN
(an autumn kasen renku)
begun on August 20 at the Huber Inn
Sabaki: Christopher Herold
Jay Haskins, Leticia Huber, Karma Tenzing Wangchuk, Carmi Soifer, Bethel, Jackie Barr, Alison Hedlund, Carol O’Dell, Doris Thurston, Tanya McDonald
1 autumn (Jay)
morning light
dragonflies barely ripple
the lagoon
2 autumn moon (Leticia)
does this warmth
come from you, O moon?
3 autumn (Tenzing)
the scarecrow’s
lost a button or two
off his coat
4 No Season (Carmi)
my neighbor weaves
a skein of old yarn
5 winter (Bethel)
in his cold hut
the hermit prepares
rosehip tea (Bethel)
6 winter (Jackie)
a rare visitor leaves
footprints in the snow
7 No Season (Alison)
just inside the door
lies an envelope
with a foreign stamp
8 No Season (Jay)
bits of paper protrude
from the eagle’s nest
9 Love (Jackie)
her new bikini
causes his eyes to bug out
and his heart to flutter
10 love (Jackie)
the scent of perfume
wafts from the dryer
11 love (Carol)
as I read my book
I hear her sing a lullaby
to our daughter
12 No Season (Jay)
if clouds could speak
these would whisper
13 summer moon (Doris)
summer moon
swallowed
by the mountain
14 summer (Tanya)
bats begin to swoop
all around the camp
15 No Season (Carol)
three girls
race for the white horse
on the carousel
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