Three readers have emailed a solution to my buying the wrong iPad. I thank Tom, Rudi, and Wayne for informing me of a GPS device that links to iPads via Bluetooth. Here is the link. I will buy a Bad Elf when I can.
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I am not a videographer, but in an effort to express my experience and at the request of others, I take videos. I very seldom take still images any more, both because being a cyclops I don’t see as much as I used to and because I seldom do see anything on passages that I have not already photographed in the past four years. Above is one I did take on the way from Hilton Head.
I have given some thought to videoing on GANNET and have reached a conclusion and a solution.
The conclusion and solution are that GANNET’s motion is so quick that cameras have to be mounted before hand and set up so they only have to be turned on when action begins.
To that end I have placed a mount on the mast facing aft and one in the cabin on the companionway bulkhead facing forward. Before I sail for San Diego I will also mount a GoPro on a bracket on the stern rail facing forward. I will place a GoPro on the mast bracket. And I will use another on a head band. I will also shoot handheld with my Nikon AW1.
I am a writer and believe in words, but we will see what I get in video on the way to San Diego.
I shot more videos than usual on the passage from Hilton Head, including one of going to bare poles in the gale, and tried to vary the perspective. The Internet here is inadequate to upload them. A six minute video shot at 1080p showed that it would have taken three hours to upload to YouTube.
I’ll upload them when I can, but that might not be until San Diego.
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By chance I came across two excellent quotes from Theodore Roosevelt today.
David sent me one for which I thank him. I believe I have posted it here before, but it certainly deserves repetition:
It is not the critic who counts; not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles, or where the doer of deeds could have done them better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood; who strives valiantly; who errs, who comes short again and again, because there is no effort without error and shortcoming; but who does actually strive to do the deeds; who knows great enthusiasms, the great devotions; who spends himself in a worthy cause; who at the best knows in the end the triumph of high achievement, and who at the worst, if he fails, at least fails while daring greatly, so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who neither know victory nor defeat.
And I decided to reread David McCullough’s masterfull, THE PATH BETWEEN THE SEAS, about the building of the Panama Canal. I first read it before my first transit in 1985. David McCullough is a fine writer and the story epic. He prefaces it with these of Roosevelt’s words:
Far better it is to dare mighty things, to win glorious triumphs, even though checkered by failure, than to take rank with those poor spirits who neither enjoy much or suffer much, because they live in that gray twilight that knows not victory or defeat.
Great joy. Great despair. But then of course I am mad. Though I like to believe that Teddy would not have thought me so.
Great joy. Great despair. But then of course I am mad. Though I like to believe that Teddy would not have thought me so.
