From the Top of the Mast

Tuesday, I donned the rock climbing harness, clipped in to the main halyard, and Dominic hoisted me up the mast so we could take advantage of the idyllic conditions and have a photoshoot. Not a lover of heights, it took a few minutes for me to release my bear-hug-of-death grip from the mast and make use of the camera. I'm glad I did; from 54 feet off the water the view was singular and well worth capturing. It was late afternoon, the brown boobies were diving into the water, the sun was beginning to get heavy in the sky making the boat's shadow visible in the sand beneath 25 feet of water, and I began to long for something resembling a diving platform up there...