#headrig

[armandposting]

also I officially grounded myself for the rest of this run of day sails and I'm actually extremely proud of myself for a) going aloft underway (multiple times!) and b) knowing when to fuckin quit lol. I think it's extremely cool that I did that this year and while I will go ahead and certify next year just so I have the option I also will not be sad if I never do it again. congratulating myself for finding my limits, edging over them, and then setting a boundary about them

[sakurabreeze]

There were leaves on the trees

And growth on the headrigs

You could confess

Everything to.

Even your fears

Of the night,

Of people

Even.

Seamus Heaney, A Herbal from Human Chain, 2010

[tam--lin]

woke up yesterday to two separate text threads informing me that Martha (Lady Washington's figurehead's) boobs fell off during headrig work

[focsle]

Went on the Boat for the first time since last September and returned with all my fingers. Went out on the headrig and didn’t fall into the harbor. A success!

[aspergillosis]

dynema lashings on Puritan's headrig

[guspedrosa]

[paultheanimator]

A headrig of the previously posted basketball character. It was fun to 3D-fake his cylinder hair. Completely made out of the shape layers.

Gif made by Paul the Animator

[mair-animation-illustration]

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Head rig test for a current animation project. I've been working on this project for quite a few months on the research and preproduction with the client so I'm super excited to be starting the animation phase! 😁 #animation #aftereffects #motiongraphics #motiondesign #mograph #animator #design #illustration #digitalart #characteranimation #headrig #joysticksnsliders #headturn (at Mair Perkins Ltd. Animation and Illustration)

[3dscanninglosangeles]

Results from our #crosspolarization #crosspolarized #headrig #photography #photographer #photogrammetry #3dscan #vfx #3dscanninglosangeles #3dscanning #losangeles #zbrush @capturingrealitycom #3dscanningservice #cinema #vr (at 3D Scanning & Photogrammetry of Los Angeles)

[fytallships]

(via hullspeed, sailboat)

Roseway, with a bone in her teeth.  Even if she might be motoring.

[copperspun]

"Oh dear, let me. You are all a little too gruff for your own good, I think."

[poem-today]

A poem by Seamus Heaney

Follower

My father worked with a horse-plough, His shoulders globed like a full sail strung Between the shafts and the furrow. The horses strained at his clicking tongue. An expert. He would set the wing And fit the bright steel-pointed sock. The sod rolled over without breaking. At the headrig, with a single pluck Of reins, the sweating team turned round And back into the land. His eye Narrowed and angled at the ground, Mapping the furrow exactly. I stumbled in his hobnailed wake, Fell sometimes on the polished sod; Sometimes he rode me on his back Dipping and rising to his plod. I wanted to grow up and plough, To close one eye, stiffen my arm. All I ever did was follow In his broad shadow round the farm. I was a nuisance, tripping, falling, Yapping always. But today It is my father who keeps stumbling Behind me, and will not go away

Seamus Heaney

1939–2013

Listen to  Seamus Heaney read his poem.

[ninakaina]

headrig naps ❤️

[diablo-3-quotes]

Some scars don’t heal and there’s no point in scratching at them, is there? This world isn’t made for redemption.

Headrig Eamon

[p-isforpoetry]

Follower by Seamus Heanley (read by Sam Neill)

"DONT BE FRIGHTENED Let’s just have a chat this sunny morning ..." (SamNeillTheProp IG)

Follower by Seamus Heanley

My father worked with a horse-plough, His shoulders globed like a full sail strung Between the shafts and the furrow. The horses strained at his clicking tongue.

An expert. He would set the wing And fit the bright steel-pointed sock. The sod rolled over without breaking. At the headrig, with a single pluck

Of reins, the sweating team turned round And back into the land. His eye Narrowed and angled at the ground, Mapping the furrow exactly.

I stumbled in his hobnailed wake, Fell sometimes on the polished sod; Sometimes he rode me on his back Dipping and rising to his plod.

I wanted to grow up and plough, To close one eye, stiffen my arm. All I ever did was follow In his broad shadow round the farm.

I was a nuisance, tripping, falling, Yapping always. But today It is my father who keeps stumbling Behind me, and will not go away.

[ukdamo]

Follower

Seamus Heaney

My father worked with a horse-plough, His shoulders globed like a full sail strung Between the shafts and the furrow. The horses strained at his clicking tongue. An expert. He would set the wing And fit the bright steel-pointed sock. The sod rolled over without breaking. At the headrig, with a single pluck Of reins, the sweating team turned round And back into the land. His eye Narrowed and angled at the ground, Mapping the furrow exactly. I stumbled in his hobnailed wake, Fell sometimes on the polished sod; Sometimes he rode me on his back Dipping and rising to his plod. I wanted to grow up and plough, To close one eye, stiffen my arm. All I ever did was follow In his broad shadow round the farm. I was a nuisance, tripping, falling, Yapping always. But today It is my father who keeps stumbling Behind me, and will not go away