Teaser: When you get to the last foto in this post, you’ll see a foreign icebreaker operating on the Hudson, but I believe the assigned registry is wrong.
I almost called this “maritime monday morning after ….” I’d rather think of it as a fashion shoot given the sopping right side of my middleparts below, but for full disclosure, neither I nor the guffawing bowsprite to my left spilled the delicious beer onto my lap. But you’ll have to decide on a caption.
Some suggestions might relate to the hazards of having uncapped liquids on a table in an establishment old enough to be haunted by poltergeists OR strange rituals among waterbloggers seeking solace from seasonal affective disorder OR the hazards of drawing SUCH lifelike figures on a tablecloth and talking about them (in recollection of last summer’s adventures) that they might twitch … because a shark’s tail MIGHT just spasm and flick. Truth be told, Brooklyn lager rained down off the side of the table and I didn’t immediately standup because the downpour by then was over and soaked through my winterchill layers.
Previous accounts of our “conference” left out the miracle of our putting the Earmaid to work carrying beer or handing out coasters decals . . . OMG . . . those were DECALS, folks!! It also failed to mention
how lively the shark became when a drawing of the east end of Long Island sprouted teeth . . . north and south fork transforming into upper and lower jaw seemed somewhat menacing to the otherwise confident porbeagle. Thanks to Carolina Salguero for these fotos.
Saturday morning after . . . I was there to catch the sweet sashay of Ipanema heading to sea (and then to Savannah) into the dawn between the Narrows and the Highlands a dozen miles away. “When she moves it’s like a samba that swings so cool and sways so gently . . . ” yeah . . . that’s what I thought walking in the morning yellow and feeling truly blessed. Doubleclick enlarges here and the next.
Maybe you wonder why I hang my free time on the water and blog about it . . . I wonder that too sometimes, often in fact, and just conclude it’s what I do to feel happy . . . corny, maybe but true.
The water that is the sixth boro is many things to many folks: an obstacle, a place of employment, a zone to regulate, a playpen. For me, it’s a teacher and guide, a mentor whose help and consolation I sometimes need, a place where I’ve found many rewarding friendships . . . yeah . .. with humans. (Like the one who sent the last foto on this post . . . not the foto below, which shows Eagle Atlanta and Eagle Beaumont, slightly nearer, older and smaller of the two, at anchor in the vicinity of the Narrows.)
OK, that “foreign icebreaker” was represented to me as Norwegian. And I fell for it in Dave’s email subject line . . . even though I’ve seen this guy on several other blogs previously.
I beg to differ . . . the lines and attitude convince me this icebreaker must be Dutch. And here I issue a challenge . . . how about a series of fotos of such water denizens as . . . maybe more Dutch icebreakers, a Chinese submarine, a Welsh dredge . . . help me out here.
Fotos 3 through 6 by Will Van Dorp, and the foto 7 . . . sent to me by a friend but watermarked to joe-ks.com.
Totally related to today: bowsprite redux for V-Day.
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February 14, 2011 at 9:26 am
Bonnie
You can’t tell me TQ knocked that one over, too.
February 14, 2011 at 9:33 am
tugster
i’m going with the poltergeist story . . . . ear inn IS . . . as puffin pointed out and salt repeated: “an ancient watering hole creat [ing] a metafactual vortex that left me [ and lots of others there] adrift in uncertainty and doubt.” unless . . . are you saying TQ has psychokinetic powers . . . .
February 14, 2011 at 10:02 am
Michael
TQ is the enigma…the man doesn’t know his own name yet is supplicated with offerings of avocado.
Will, I’m glad to hear I wasn’t the only one adrift. Too bad the beer spill distracted attention from your Most Excellent T-shirt. You should post a closeup of it!
February 14, 2011 at 10:10 am
Bill Pierce
Will, those “coasters” are actually maritimebilly.com decals. haha..! Well I am glad I have found another use for them! Glad you liked the t shirt.. Looks great!
February 14, 2011 at 10:06 am
Michael
Hold on a sec…I’m beginning to understand: The vortex was at the Ear BEFORE we started waterblogfesting (hence the poltergeists). So it’s not our fault!
Next time we can dress for mayhem. Certainly wet weather gear should be in all of our closets.
February 14, 2011 at 12:36 pm
mageb
Hope you got dry before you left. Hopefully the poltergeist didn’t get you again.
Chopper? Gee, it looks normal to me. 🙂 Making a turn right over my head and landing to the right. 🙂
February 15, 2011 at 1:36 am
bowsprite
1. wear your foulies when imbibing with waterbloggers, or
2. sit at the UP side of a tilting table! because Tugster didn’t!
February 15, 2011 at 6:39 am
tugster
with poltergeists . . . you have NO way of telling which side will be up or down or windward or leeward, wet or dry . . .
February 4, 2024 at 5:38 pm
bowsprite
Omgggg!!! Sooooo fuunnnyyy! Mmmm. Now id love a beer…but not in my lap. Xxoo