The pictures below were taken more than a year ago, on June 19th, 2012. Looking back on them was a bit of a nostalgia trip– it’s weird both how unchanged I am and how much I’ve grown. I’m posting them now because 1) they kinda fit the vibes I’ve been feeling lately, and they give me some inspiration, and 2) I still love these photos, there’s just so much adventure to be had on a humid summer night at a park not far from home.
A cruise ship or cruise liner is a passenger ship used for pleasure voyages, where the voyage itself and the ship’s amenities are a part of the experience, as well as the different destinations along the way. Transportation is not the prime purpose, as cruise ships operate mostly on routes that return passengers to their originating port, so the ports of call are usually in a specified region of a continent. There are even “cruises to nowhere” or “nowhere voyages” where the ship makes 2-3 day round trips without any ports of call.
In late June, during my last week of school, my family and I went on a cruise. Even though personally I find the idea of a “nowhere voyage” super mysterious and romantic (probably because I’m a pretentious fuck, but whatever), my mother chose to go with a trip from my hometown of Vancouver, BC, to various points in Alaska, like Icy Strait Point and Hoonah, Juneau, various glaciers that I’ve now forgotten the names of because I’m not very worldly, and just a wonderland of beautiful mountains engulfing us as we swept by then on a 12-deck ship.
My mental state’s kind of a mess at the moment so I can’t honestly say I had the best time, but I shot two rolls of film with a trusty Pentax K-1000 (claaaaassic, am I right?) and I’d like to share my favourites.
We fan ourselves on deck ten,
the sun smearing yellow slabs of light in our eyes.
You know there are cruises that don’t stop at ports;
they go nowhere
—my friend informs me.
But I need to be moving towards something
at all times.
He won’t call me back;
he says he’s drunk but he misses me.
—the other one whines through a smile of toothy lament.
We all nod in counterfeit agreement.
Within each nod exists a gated community.
This is love. A false sense of security.
Everybody who so much as glances overboard