This weekend, the San Diego Festival of Sail was going on downtown in the harbor. Naturally, I went down for the picture-taking opportunities, and here’s a few of the shots I took.
This is a reconstruction of a Spanish Caravelle from the 16th Century. You’s think that the raised bits fore and aft would have cabins or something, but they don’t. They’re just big sheds. They’re really very simple ships. It’s amazing to think that real people sailed the open Atlantic and pacific oceans in these little tubs. They must’ve been insane.
This is a retired Foxtrot-class Submarine from the navy of the Soviet Union. The original was a bit overexposed, so, since I always shoot in RAW format, I turned it into a 1970s-style, grainy, telephoto spy shot. Thank you, Lightroom.
This is the bow of the Pilgrim. Very patriotic, a tradition among American ships that continues today, in a far more garish fashion, as you’ll see.
The sails are very…red.
The helm station of the USS Dolphin, once the deepest diving submarine the US Navy. It’s actual dive depth is still classified, but it is “in excess of 3,000 feet”.
The aft torpedo room of the Foxtrot-class Soviet sub. By the way. “Foxtrot” was what we called it in the Western militaries. I’m sure the Russians had another name for it, with lots of “CH” and “Z” sounds.
Inside the Foxtrot sub, there were tanks of something labeled “Rezervniy Osnovnoy”, which sounds jolly important, whatever it is.
A gun port on the HMS Rose, which was renamed HMS Surprize for the filming of the movie “Master and Commander”, which was shot using this ship.
Some poor fellow had to climb up there all the time to keep watch. Also, one thing you notice about sailing ships: They used lots of rope. Very ropey, indeed.
We went to Anthony’s Fish Grotto for lunch, where we could continue to watch the tall ships in comfort.
A rocky shore on Coronado Island.
Even I think the patriotic theme is a bit too much, and I’m a veteran, for crying out loud. OK. We get it. You’re American.
Young Fisherman, Coronado Island.
San Diego, looking pretty much as it does every single day.
This picturesque rock was just sitting on the beach at Coronado Island.