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Here was 3, about a year ago.
These fotos were all taken yesterday afternoon and evening. Shannon McAllister . . . a new one for me, an ex-Winslow boat, although here’s a sister Winslow boat that appeared here more than five years ago. Yes, the Colgate clock is in the process of being reconstructed.
It’s yacht Manhattan, heading for the Statue under a glorious crepuscular sky.
While waiting for the appearance of the holy grail, I chanced to looked at all the lights in the Manhattan sky, including this one which I
And here, transporting Bakken crude down and out the Hudson, it’s
Afrodite, which recently appeared here. While on the subject of names, my sister recently passed King Coffee, and a tanker currently in the sixth boro goes by Chance. Might there be a vessel out there somewhere named Random? Here’s the closest I could find.
And here–with many thanks to Dock Shuter–who credits the links to Patrick Landewe, keeper of the Saugerties Light, something rare special also pictured here the other day, Cheyenne pushing a BLUE 737 upriver to Albany a few days ago!!! Here and here are parts of the story. Many thanks to Dock and Patrick. Here are some previous Dock fotos.
Since Shannon McAllister is new to me, let me end this post with her passing Shelby between lower Manhattan and Jersey City late yesterday afternoon. Here’s Shelby with a unique cargo a year and a half ago.
Unless otherwise attributed, all fotos by Will Van Dorp.
Unrelated: In fall 1997, the Rockefeller Center Christmas tree traveled down river from Stony Point on a truck ON A BARGE. Does anyone know where/how I can find any photos of this event, this trip? Here’s the kids’ book version.
Aug 31. A late summer day at the beach, where a new “towel drying rack” has been adopted and a bumper crop
of sand awaits the erosion of winter, perhaps? All photos here taken by Barbara Barnard.
Sept 1. A tug (Trevor?) moves a crane barge to where the “drying rack”/piping needs to be fished out for transport to the next job.
Sept 13. The remaining pipe on the beach, no longer serving to dry swimmers’ towels, awaits dismantling and
allows for closer inspection.
This Rockaway series was of course motivated by Hurricane Sandy and the photos of Rockaway by my friend Barbara in the past 12 months. Barbara, many thanks. Here was my Nemo to Flag Day post, which started with a mystery house.
Click here for a project/business entirely created by the devastation of trees during the storm. It’s not maritime, water, or even specifically landthreshold related, but is quite interesting.
This post is similar to the Loose Ends 1 post I did about the strip of Jersey that faces Manhattan.
Know the place in the foto below? It’s changing quickly. I took this foto yesterday, August 27, 2013. More on this pier later in this post.
Know this place? I took this foto July 4, 2012; Maurania III and P. O. Edward Byrne were there for the fireworks. It’s had many lives and is about to change again. Pier 57 was built around the time I was born after a fire destroyed its predecessor.
Pier 56 . . . as shown in this foto by Seth Tane in the early 1980s . . . is now habitat, as shown here.
The top foto shows Cromwell Pier, a place I never visted. Click here for a great set of memories showing folks who did.
If you used to frequent this section of Staten Island, get down there today if you want to see the last of it.
More piers soon.
Other than Seth’s, these fotos . . by Will Van Dorp.
For my favorite bowsprite pier post, click here for some eerie pics.
This is NOT Rockaway or Queens or any other boro of New York City. This residence is a post-hurricane structure. The location will be identified at the end of this post.
For the previous installment in this series . . . Sandy to Nemo . . . from four months ago, click here.
Here’s a March foto taken by Barbara from her 7th floor terrace, showing water/land edges in southern Queens. In fotos farther down, you’ll see this reinforced building now painted greenish yellow.
Early April 2013.
The rest of these fotos I took today at sea level. Note the lifeguard on duty, bundled up for morning 60-degrees beach. In the foreground beyond the fence is one of the concrete supports for the boardwalk Sandy peeled away. Maersk Denver, anchored on the horizon, will serve as a reference point. When Nemo happened, this vessel was in port in Taiwan.
And now in situ are the bathrooms that Ashley send a foto of about a month ago here. Foto looks roughly north.
Same bathrooms, looking roughly south.
Beachside view of the bathrooms and yellow structure housing life guard offices/concessions-to-be . . . looking northeast.
Click here for more info on the artwork created from portions of Sandy-splintered boardwalk.
Where once a mosaic covered cetacean I dubbed “rockawhale” resided,
construction trailers now stand. A geodesic dome marks the intersection of Shore Parkway and Cross Bay Parkway.
A closer look showed it to be part of another artistic response to Sandy’s devastation. I wonder what will happen after June 30.
I took the top foto in this post in New Orleans’ Ninth Ward, where the Make It Right project is attempting to do just that. I hope we make it right too.
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.