Waiting For a Go

We joined the growing queue of ships piling up at anchor outside the Port Weller Piers sometime around noon on Tuesday.  We’d just run a load of soya beans up to Port Cartier in the gulf and barely made it back down before...

Things We Left Behind

They were high.  Tilt your head back high.  Turkey vultures.  Dozens of them soaring in narrowing circles. Wings outstretched in flap-less flight.  Surfing thermals of warm air pushed up by the tufty peaks of a vast cumulous cloud that advanced on us like a mobile...