I am sharing a gallery of Sail 2015, made in Amsterdam in August 2015.
Since the Golden Age, Tall Ships sailed the world, ignoring limits and borders. Brave men and women traveled around the world and have set no boundaries to get to their destination. During this event we time travel, as we could visit each one of them or their replicas.
The Tall Ships five-day’s event occurs every five years and brings together ships from all over the word. Amsterdam becomes the center of the nautical world with nearly 2.3 million people visiting the Tall Ships, the heritage ships, as well as the cultural events and the entertainment.
I shot so many images that it took me a long time to select the ones I wanted to share with you.
Here is the first gallery. You will see other days in different posts. Enjoy.
Tall Ship is a large, traditionally-rigged sailing vessel. There are many different styles of Tall Ships; brigs, brigantines, barquentines, ketches, schooners, sloops, and full-rigged ships. The style of ship is determined by the number of masts and the shape of the sails. There are two classes of Tall Ships based on size. Class A being for a ship over 131 feet in length and class B for ships 30-131 feet in length.
For hundreds of years vessels such as these carried men and women around the world and served as the quickest form of mass transportation. Because they were so common, it is unlikely that these types of ships were referred to as Tall Ships before the 19th century. The first recorded mention of a Tall Ship comes from the poem Sea Fever by English Poet Laureate John Masefield.
I must go down to the seas again, to the lonely sea and the sky,
And all I ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by,
And the wheel’s kick and the wind’s song and the white sail’s shaking,
And a grey mist on the sea’s face, and a grey dawn breaking.
I must go down to the seas again, for the call of the running tide
Is a wild call and a clear call that may not be denied;
And all I ask is a windy day with the white clouds flying,
And the flung spray and the blown spume, and the sea-gulls crying.
I must go down to the seas again, to the vagrant gypsy life,
To the gull’s way and the whale’s way, where the wind’s like a whetted knife;
And all I ask is a merry yarn from a laughing fellow-rover,
And quiet sleep and a sweet dream when the long trick’s over.
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