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    This is one of my favourite photos of the weather conditions. Lets call it “Wet work”…

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      …and another favourite view of our star!

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        After that, my camera was in need of a more thorough drying so I retreated to the panorama lounge, and stayed a while, playing around a bit with the subject “Nordstjernen and Polarlys are Trondheim mates”.

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          And then there was this image. The one I’d had no intention of including to post here on CVF….but in the end I just have to, because (along with one of the expression on the face of an onlooker which I’ll show you shortly), this image IS “Nordstjernen’s last call in Trondheim”. Way beyond those other predictable favourite ship views, it is what it felt like to be there on Polarlys early that morning.

          Maybe it is much more than that. The longer I look at it the more it seems as if it is an image of a future memory of her…my memory. Blurred by rain – or is it my parting tears? – white rails start to separate us as if she’s already sailing into another dimension…like a ghost ship.

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            After that, it did feel strange to leave Polarlys for Nordstjernen.
            I became quite obsessed by the motif of that bicycle which is already glimpsed in an earlier photo.




            Wet….

            Last edited by Seagull; April 2nd, 2012, 11:25.

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                I’d gone aboard to leave my luggage and pick up my passenger card. Perhaps the purser was surprised I’d actually made it back…I had a feeling that on first seeing my name appearing twice on his list, he’d suspected a booking-software glitch! But now it was “Welcome back”…a greeting repeated from folk half a dozen times in as many minutes as it took to walk to the aft deck, though other familiar faces wished me a good morning without apparently having realised I’d been away.

                Almost imperceptibly, the wet workplace on the quayside became a stage for the celebrations. When the cannoneers arrived, many of us trouped ashore to get a closer look. With perfect timing the rain eased.

                Preparations…

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                  …looking one’s best for the camera (my favourite, that one!)

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                    …and I’m alongside when the “official photo” is taken.

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                      Serves me right… I then get caught myself by these guys!

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                        It was time to go back aboard.
                        More onlookers had suddenly appeared and I wondered if they’d been sheltering in their cars earlier.

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                          Cameramen were in action on the ship looking down at the quay…




                          …while on the quay, cameras were pointing the other way! Recognise anyone?????

                          He’d taken video of a “last for him” departure of Nordstjernen a couple of weeks ago, sounding a bit plaintive about the last voyage falling in his duty fortnight. I’d imagined that he might just manage a shot from the ferry, for although Korsfjord most often seems to be far across at the Rørvik side when the hurtigrute passes closer to Flakk, he does have a very long lens!!!! Though within the duty fortnight I’m not always quite sure when he is supposed to be sleeping.

                          But then I’d read this in the “Seagull away a while” thread:-
                          “Welcome back (home?) to Norway Lady C.... don't be surprised if the Captain shows up in port shortly before the departure”
                          And YES he DID make it! ...despite what had turned out to be a very long nightwatch on the ferry.

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                            Barely time to just yell HELLO to each other before jumping a mile high as the first blast of the cannon took everyone by surprise.

                            There was no need whatsoever to say sorry that we didn’t have time to talk, my dear Captain. For this was all about meeting Lady Nordstjernen, not Lady C!

                            And about taking photos!!!!!…
                            I’d pointed up towards the banner, hoping his eyes would follow…and they did, and I captured this delight.


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