Message from the gyre

Ahoy from the middle of the Atlantic!

Right this second,we are passing through the middle of the gyre.The sense of space is contradictory, its like an endless desert, but one is limited to the confines of this "space ship" flying along its surface.The water is all shades of blue, reflecting the emotions of wonder and dismay as we haul up the research trawls, finding plastic fragments in every one. To see the ever changing horizon and clear skies of this remote place is indeed a sight to behold. As I sketch the vastness into my mind's eye I give thanks for this gift of a dream journey sailing through the reality of life...