I
THE KEEL
THE shipyards are endless and their forms are endless and ever new—but I never before found one where from the water I could look down on the ship while it grew as it did here, amid its forests, its walls—which it, in turn, would soon tower over.
II
UNDER THE SHED
IT seemed as though this yard was built for me, and if it was not that I found it so practical, I should have thought it only pictorial.