Drizzly Damp December

A photo series inspired by the quotes and general feelings that the book, Moby Dick, invokes in my soul.



“Oh, time, strength, cash, and patience.”





“Whenever I find myself growing grim about the mouth; whenever it is a damp, drizzly November in my soul; whenever I find myself involuntarily pausing before coffin warehouses, and bringing up the rear of every funeral I meet; and especially whenever my hypos get such an upper hand of me, that it requires a strong moral principle to prevent me from deliberately stepping into the street, and methodically knocking people’s hats off—then, I account it high time to get to sea as soon as I can”




“Already we are boldly launched upon the deep; but soon we shall be lost in its unshored harbourless immensities.”





“I leave a white and turbid wake; pale waters, paler cheeks, where’er I sail.”





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