western art painting

western art painting
realism art painting
abstract acrylic painting
abstract seascape painting
there had been one mast standing, something high up to which to fasten blocks and tackles! But there was nothing. It reminded me of the problem of lifting oneself by one's bootstraps. I understood the mechanics of levers; but where was I to get a fulcrum? ¡¡¡¡There was the mainmast, fifteen inches in diameter at what was now the butt, still sixty-five feet in length, and weighing, I roughly calculated, at least three thousand pounds. And then came the foremast, larger in diameter and weighing surely thirty-five hundred pounds. Where was I to begin?
oil paintings Maud stood silently by my side while I evolved in my mind the contrivance known among sailors as 'shears.' But, though known to sailors, I invented it there on Endeavor Island. By crossing and lashing the ends of two spars and then elevating them in the air like an inverted V, I could get a point above the deck to which to make fast my hoisting-tackle. To this tackle I could, if necessary, attach a second tackle. And then there was the windlass! ¡¡¡¡Maud saw that I had achieved a solution, and her eyes warmed sympathetically.