It took a few months before I could identify this tug, which I’d seen in Kingston last spring. No one was talking maybe.
When I saw the vessel again in Waterford, it bore a name:
But why . . . Nor did I know that it had arrived upriver via anything but its own propulsion. The prominent broom in foto is a distractor.
It’s time to play . . . Samhain! See neversealand‘s play here.
Sorry . . . the hallowdayeen spirit intruded. All fotos that follow come via Harold, whose foto collection and expertise are immense. Spooky traveled to the Roundup on the hip of . . .
Gowanus Bay, whose previous shots here can be seen using the search window upper left.
Before acquiring a patina of fright by lurking in the waters of Amityville (Long Island), the spooky one had been just plain Josie, pushing sand by means of her own propulsion.
Enjoy the weekend; I’m off haunting the river of my my forebears. See a halfmoonthly installment here later Friday. More on that next week.