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Comet, Eva Leigh Cutler, Manhattan skyline in September 2009.
Ditto . . . . September 11, 2012.
Buildings are replaced,
channels are carved deeper,
the open is
are exercised, but
we remember. Many thanks for the foto below to Capt Jack Joffe, Liberty V of the National Parks Service in the sixth boro.
We heal although scars at times recall pain.
Unrelated: An NYTimes story about a revival in moving raw product to steel mills on inland waterways.
Actually that title captures 98% of this blog’s +1800 posts. And just as elsewhere in Gotham or anywhere else, so on the sixth boro what work you see depends entirely on your station. And my station this particular day was Tchefuncte River’s Equitable Equipment‘s hull # 1428, delivered in August 1966 as Red Star Towing‘s New Haven. Now she’s Freddie K. Miller; I took the foto below just over five years ago when she was Stapleton Service. I use this foto here because a downside of being on the tow is my inability to get a foto OF the tow.
At 0520 hrs, dawn was sweetest and coolest, from this point a mile south of Miller’s Launch. When I reported at 0530, the Miller’s yard was already busy.
Douglas B. Gurion headed west for passengers. The ferry is named for a victim of September 11.
0730 . . . we had passed under the Brooklyn Bridge and now could feast on this potpourri of Manhattan skyline. Side by side on the right are Gehry’s flowing-facade 8 Spruce (2011) and Gilbert’s spiky-tower (1913).
0815 . . . the crew have tied to the ConEd dock and Weeks’ crew has begun setting the spuds, for stability as the load is transferred. My very general understanding of this load is that ConEd purchased equipment from Manufacturer M. Company A trucked it to the Weeks yard because installation by land (by Company B) was less feasible than installation from water. Miller’s job was to move equipment on crane barge to ConEd so that Weeks–with collaboration from Company B–could set equipment exactly where it will be used.
Since my self-appointed job is to record details, check out Carolina IV, sailing westbound on the East river . . . hailing from Stockholm, Yes, sailing! and . . . yes . . . that Stockholm while
1215 . . . the spuds are up, the crane boom lowered and secured, Freddie K Miller has spun off the dock and now heads back westbound for the Weeks yard. If the grayish vessel in the foreground is locally known as a “honey boat,” then this has to be one of the sweetest scenes possible in these parts.
Meanwhile, close to Manhattan, Asphalt Star takes on bunker fuel from a Vane barge. That black hose . . . that’s like the hose at the pump where you fill your car tank.
By 1400, I’ve said my thanks to the crew of Freddy K Miller —who await their next job on this or another vessel–and the dispatcher, and take a break to examine a familiar sight: Alice, she who inspired my first ever blogpost!!
I zoomed in on details in some Panama posts here and here, so how about closer to home . . . . All of the following fotos were taken in New York harbor, except one. But that one could just have well been taken here. Can you identify it?
Otherwise, just enjoy the fotos. Doubleclick almost always enlarges. For me, pleasure maintaining this blog comes from the locale and endeavor. I respect the livelihoods. But things the camera helps me see I admire also for the sculptural beauty,
Since I deliberately wrote these captions quickly, spontaneously recording what I associated with each foto, I could have captured something different no doubt upon examining each, . . . but then again . . . I’m interested in what they evoke in you. And here I invite your response.
All fotos by Will Van Dorp . . . in the past month.
The bottom foto was taken in Panama of a container ship I’d seen in the KVK earlier in March.
Here was #1 of this series, started earlier this month, featuring quite random fotos and thoughts. Here’s a shot looking toward Shooters and Elizabeth, NJ. In the foreground just off the street and that bell tower and to the left of the cement silo are three . . actually four identical brown brick structures; the fourth one is mostly obscured by the silo. I have no clue, although they look like pylons to a structure long gone. Help?
In a bit, I’m hitting the road . . . gallivant time, so many places to see along so much highway and way too little time. The blog may vacate for a few days . . . But on the 26th, whether I post or not, this blog has its fifth anniversary. This is post #1608 in the past 1825 days. Post #1 was prompted by my huge stone-bellied muse. Thanks so much for reading; I’ve had a blast. I’m eager to get gone and then get back.
PS: If you haven’t voted or asked a half dozen friends to vote for this blog as “best neighborhood blog” and “best photo blog” (#5 and 24), please do so now. A few of you have written to say you like thinking of the sixth boro as one of the overlooked neighborhoods of NYC, the place said to be comprised of five terracentric boros.
No phantasmagoria today, just the cold hard facts, or in this case . . . the wet, crumbling ones: exploring Binghamton felt like visiting a hospice. Hopes to see what remained in the engine room were dashed halfway down the companionway below the main deck. Nasty cafe au lait post-Irene river water, at least five feet of it at this point, barred the way. It didn’t seem a heathy or productive place to snorkel.
In this section of the menu, I love the last sentence of the fifth paragraph: ”She took the population of the eastern United States eight times around the world,” and she did so without leaving that section of the river between Barclay Street pier (now no more) and Hoboken. Fotos of Binghamton at work can be found in Railroad Ferries of the Hudson: and stories of a deckhand by Baxter and Adams, which I highly recommend.
The craziness of the internet where nothing dies is illustrated by this restaurant review of Binghamton. Wonder what would happen if you called that number to make a reservation.
name I’ve heard, I can’t recall it. (Note: thanks to Les, pantograph gates, they are.)
On the floor of the main deck . . . lay this 3′ x 4′ foto of an unidentified happy couple from maybe not even that long ago who chose this vehicle to take them to “that other side . . ,” a foto soon to be obliterated by . . . the river and time.
I walk into this bar . . . on the river across from Manhattan. It’s to be a day of revelry with the veiled but elegant woman on my arm. I don’t know her myself, but this happens to be that kind of day.
The ceiling is wood and festooned with pine boughs, the finest plastic to be sure, but I fancy greenery of any carbon form. The refined joinery is so palpable . . . I feel light-headed . . a good thing because the wine
(Hear the quoted section with a French accent) ”Monsieur et madame . . . we are currently hoping to refurbish our establishment. Maybe I can
At this very moment, my lunch partner begins to remove her veil. Then she stands and walks toward the river side of the restaurant.
The waiter, by now trembling, shouts, “Madame . . . do not go through that door! Stop!
So here’s an old diesel, visible at low tide. By its current habitat, I’d be accurate in saying it’s a submarine engine. But that would not be a statement about the vessel it once moved. Can anyone deduce any identification from the foto?
But here I do have an idea about the metal cage in the center of this wooden lighter. I’ll share my idea at the end of the post, but conjectures/tall tales I’ve heard include . . . a gorilla cage for the sixth boro harborman who had a large pet primate,
a lock-up for valuables that were being transshipped between ship and shore, and still others have said it was a brig. In fact, from about a year ago, here was a post in which I speculated about the purpose of just such a structure.
The most credible explanation is this: this metal cage served as a fireproof seal between the pot-bellied stove and any flammable material shipped on the barge. A foto I saw yesterday but have no copy of shows the barge and cage in better state of repair; on that foto, lockers were mounted on the bars to hold ice to keep the cargo somewhat chilled.
All fotos by Will Van Dorp.
Guess the vessel and river?
The small red one with all the rowers is DC Dragons, and by now some of you already know the large gray one.
John Barry was born in 1745.
All fotos by Will Van Dorp, who can’t wait for life to slow down a bit. Oh, and the river is NOT the Potomac but the Anacostia.
“Ghost gallery” returns to scenes from several years back with fotos I’ve not used, at least not in this version. Take Peking‘s last move . . . the whole harbor exudes gravity on a cold mid-January afternoon as McAllister
Last shot here . . . Cosette used to transport the used cars out of New York, a task now performed by Grey Shark and others. Cosette once occupied the niche of Danalith in Narragansett Bay. I wonder two things: where is Cosette today and what great Bolivian port of registry did/does she wear on her stern . . . Potosi? Salar de Uyuni?
Janis Joplin did my all-time favorite rendition of Summertime. I like how she takes it furiously into flight, almost like these boats, her sibilants and band’s cymbals in places like electric cicadas.
If your daddy’s rich . . . or at least willing to put some money into a boat . . . that is if he can after the S & P downgrade . ..
Or if you’re lucky when you play the flight board . . . with StndAIR…
Then you really might finally spread your wings and (leaping over the East River Ferry) . . . .
take the sky… topping the crown of Queens.
That’s Will Van Dorp’s version, who took these fotos. Here’s Janis Joplin’s, once when she kept it together and did nothing to harm herself. A seaplane on the East River appeared here quite long ago. Still, these booted seaplanettes pale in comparison with the old Aeromarine airships that used to link the North and Raritan Bay with Florida.
Some interesting postscripts:
1) BRBRbrooklyn caught FDNY’s greeting SUNY Maritime’s Empire State return this morning . . . while I was still drinking my coffee!!
2) Hats off to Stephen Askew, superintendent of North River Waste Treatment Plant, for his recent heroic captaining of a raft, a true friend of all denizens of the sixth boro.
3) News about the “troop carrier” found buried deep in the foundation of the World Trade Center . . . . Revolutionary War troop carrier that is.
A WTF!@#@! postscript too”
Lady Liberty appears in many fotos on this blog, including one above. Do you know what Rev. John Benefiel thinks about Bartholdi’s lady? Fie!!!