I must be the last to join in tribute to our mothers, since that day was yesterday. An important gift of mothers is that they feed us . . . milk and bread and . . . broccoli. But it’s true that we do not live by milk and bread . . . alone. Everyone has stories about nurturing experiences mothers and everyone and everything else that provides nurture. And yesterday was that kind of day . . . a day to observe mother nature and feel –well–fostered. Harbor II (1947, ex-Chas R Moore) in Erie Basin before 7 a.m.
Small fishing boat with Sunny Williams with Anette Theresa.
Resolute, beginning Cape Talara‘s rotation (U-turn) in the KVK so that it’s reoriented from west to east . . .
Oh the stories, all based on observation of mother water . . . who with mother earth constitute mother nature. Birk Thomas (center) telling some of those stories . . . within the context of the sit-down portion of a Jane Jacobs walk (ours in almost dead last scrolling thru).
Meanwhile click here for SaveourSeaport and here for a tugster-take on the situation before MayDay: Ex-Port 2 and Ex-Port 1. Please write letters and (if you’re near here and free) try to get to the meeting. alas . . I’ll be at work.