We Got Photo Takers, and Music Makers

The fifth of eight observations on a recent Caribbean cruise.

Brring, brring.  It’s oh-six-hundred and something-or-other.  The automated wake-up phone call startles me awake, as it has every morning since we sailed.  We always seem to be (over)eating at sunset, so I have added the sunrise patrol to my daily routine, just before my walk.  When we were heading south, our port cabin offered a convenient picture-taking vantage point, but now we’ve turned west.  Throwing on my exercise clothes and grabbing my camera, I trudge up the stairs to Deck 15 for its aft view.    

As early as it seems to me, I’m not the first to arrive.  Hair whipping around my face, I lean into the wind to steady my point-and-shoot.  Bigger, badder cameras click around me, but we are all capturing a sunrise virtually indistinguishable from the previous day’s, or the day before that, for that matter.  As I meander over to the stairs to the deck below, I wonder if this is one of those ‘journey, not the destination’ things.  The pictures are worth nothing, really, yet the taking of them is somehow priceless.

Clump, clump.  As I reach the exercise track, my hiking shoes contribute their mite to the early-morning symphony on Deck 14.  Squelch, squelch.  A jogger moves up behind me, the superior grips on his proper running shoes connecting with, and releasing more aggressively from, the still-wet, swabbed-down deck.  Swoosh.  As the track curves inside the sensor’s range, successive walkers trigger the automagic sliding doors, providing a welcome blast of air-conditioned air that feels positively cold in contrast to the hot and humid pressure out here on the deck.  Swish.  It’s just past sunrise, but the power-hose guys are already at it, cleaning every surface on the pool deck below.  Shhh.  Under it all, the steady susurration of the wind that never stops.

Clump, clump; squelch, squelch; swoosh, swish, shh.

This multi-modal symphony is also multi-sensory: even outdoors, hearing isn’t the only sense being exercised.  Sour sweat makes my nose wrinkle as a drenched runner laps me for the sixth time.  Drat that guy.  Couldn’t he find a way to stay downwind?  But in a moment, as the sliding doors open again—Swoosh—his odor is overtaken by the sweet aroma of hot waffles from the breakfast buffet.

Clump, clump.  As I keep on track, as it were, I wonder whether I’m only imagining that I can also smell that three-litre steel bowl of whipped cream waiting patiently for me to finish my self-assigned distance.

Note:  The structure of the first seven of these eight observations was inspired by Toby Keith’s I Love This Bar.

 

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2 Responses to We Got Photo Takers, and Music Makers

  1. Jim Robertson says:

    “The pictures are worth nothing, really, yet the taking of them is somehow priceless.”

    Not many people will admit that….

    Too often we look at things (only) through the viewfinder.

    • Isabel Gibson says:

      Jim – I know that I see things differently if I’m thinking about photography – I see details and common colours and interesting shapes if I’m in ‘photographer’ mode, whether taking pictures or regretting the absence of my camera! But I’ve noticed the other problem too – failing to be in the moment because I’m busy recording it.

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