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Wordless foto essay on vessel fronts. See a bowsprite rendition here.
OK, I guess I can’t be wordless with this one above. Clue: vessel above is the same as vessel below.
I took this one of Woody Guthrie and Clearwater three months ago at Croton.
Foto of Woody Guthrie‘s improvised figurehead was sent to me by Steve Schwartz. Thanks much, Steve. All others by Will Van Dorp.
Pier 25 is unmistakeable on the Hudson side of lower Manhattan. I posted fotos of Lilac moving to Pier 25 aka “historic ships pier” back a year and some months ago. On some of those fotos, you can see bowsprite catching lines from the Miller’s Launch crew assisting Lilac’s arrival. Bowsprite also goes by the name “Christina Sun,” who is half of the art show proclaimed on the dockside sign below.
Here she was hanging the show last weekend. If you’ve looked at her site much, you’d have seen her rendering of RB 45614 (below) on her artblog here.
The other half of the art show (up til the end of August!!) is Frank Hanavan. I’ve painted with Frank, like here on this bowsprit at least six years ago, and posted on this blog here back in 2007. This foto and the next by Maggie Flanagan.
But besides painting in places that require a harness, Frank also paints
en plein air with an easel. In fact, this piece, part of his show, he did ON Pier 25 back in May when Picton Castle docked there for a few days. Click on that link (scroll through) and you’ll
see what message was printed on the square sail on the foremast. Frank’s art is all contained in one room on Lilac, but
bowsprite’s 38 prints are spread through Lilac, leading the observer on a treasure hunt . . . even through the engine room!
But I can’t look at a piece like this and NOT remember the delightful story on her blog about excavator dredge J. P. Boisseau with remembering the whale that appeared in Lower NY Bay, no doubt coming to check who was scratching the harbor’s bottom . . . and why.
Lilac is a unique vessel open to the public Mondays, Thursdays, Saturdays, and Sundays. Hours are here. In fact, this Saturday evening, besides art, you can also see the world premiere of a documentary about MV Liemba, the nearly century old steam ferry (I believe very recently dieselized but still running) on Lake Tangayika. For a press release about the film from Lilac Museum director, Mary Habstritt, click here.
Historic ships, art, film, music, drinks, warm summer evening on the Hudson in Lower Manhattan . . . . . . see you there!! Bring some $$ too and take home some beautiful marine art for your walls.
Unrelated: Here’s a 13-minute interview I did with John Doswell of Working Harbor Committee (WHC) back in 2010. I’d never heard it until today. And remember . . . here’s info on the WHC-sponsored 20th annual tugboat race coming up in NYC’s sixth boro in less than three weeks!!
Is Marion M (Greenport, NY 1932) on her own power projecting that potentially gorgeous deck before her? Might she be?
I’ll be straightforward for once: Marion M has been moved away from South Street because the museum needs space. She is for sale. You/your organization can get information on purchasing her by contacting Captain Jonathan Boulware, Waterfront Director, South Street Seaport Museum. His tele and email are: 212.748.8772 email@example.com.
Some specifics on her history accompany bowsprite’s rendering here. Wooden tugboat W. O. Decker (1930) demonstrates that she has the stuff still in her. Decker stays at South Street Seaport Museum. Here and here are two of my many favorite bowsprite illustrations of Decker.
Again, Marion M can be yours. Contact Jonathan Boulware, Waterfront Director, South Street Seaport Museum 212.748.8772 firstname.lastname@example.org I’m told she’s listed in WoodenBoat‘s “Save a Classic” section, but I haven’t seen that yet.
I’d love to see her gussied up to 1932 standards. I’d even put greenbacks and sweat equity in the project. I’m reminded of what the “crazy farmers of Villiersdorp” managed to do . . . or the Onrust project in Rotterdam Junction.
Unrelated but NYTimes article about resurgence: Cross-harbor rail about to expand exponentially on the sixth boro!!
(Note: Doubleclick enlarges.) The title . . . those were the exact words John Watson emailed me last night. If the message had been “hawk is down” . . . or “condor …” it would have alarmed me, but instead I charged my camera so that right after work I could zoom over to Fort Wadsworth for these shots. By one, I found Alert loaded onto barge BFT No. 38, which
was already on Swan. Gabby Miller was present, of course. Lined up on the Brooklyn side was a cast of characters identified as
The three Crowley tugs glided onto Swan‘s back, extending beyond the hull on
For outatowners, that’s Manhattan in the distance looking across most of what’s called the Upper Bay. The Lower Bay is behind me, as is the Verrazano Bridge. On the right is the boro of Brooklyn. The red tugs are Charles D. McAllister and McAllister
Next on board . . . Socrates, who in spite of the fog, found
Yesterday close ups . . . today zoomed outs, like this. There’s something eerie about a bulker named Tigris (2003) headed up the Hudson, for Yonkers and then Aruba, but I’m glad bowsprite caught this foto, which suggests how narrow the North River here is. I’d seen Tigris but been unable to get a foto.
Likewise, Ocean Morning . . . I saw her on AIS over in Port Newark, but . . . only thanks to John Watson do I have a foto of her leaving here for Boston.
Conti Larimar (2011) may still be
Passing in the KVK here are Advance Victoria, escorted by Gramma Lee T. Moran, and
Bowsprite made my jolly Easter even jollier with her post here, rendering the silvery ovoids of Newtown Creek aubergine. These digester eggs are an essential part of keeping the harbor clean. See this DEP link as a starter. Boston has similar structures on Deer Island, which are part of the same process.
Here’s another shot of Newtown Creek’s facility, as viewed from Peter Cooper Village across the East River.
And yet another view . . . as seen from a boat on the Creek, the loins of 19th century industrial New York. Yes, that’s the now-scrapped Kristin Poling back in 2010.
As bowsprite points out in her post . . . yes, there is a proverbial “recreation area intertwined with a waste disposal equipment” around these eggs . . . a boat launch, a minipark with historical info on local names like this.
This DEP vessel Red Hook is the newest addition to the NYC DEP fleet, which I wrote about quite some time ago here. If you’ve ever seen a vessel of these colors in the sixth boro, you’ve witnessed NYC fertilizer production at work.
Enough seriousness . . . . this post has to be leading into a gassy direction. Imagine this as a multi-hued digester filled with so much lighter-than-air vapor that it came loose from its Newtown Creek moorings.
OK . . . back to my serious world. All silliness aside, New York City school kids DO come down to the park around the eggs to see and learn . . . using this “scavenger hunt guide.”
All fotos by Will Van Dorp.
At my age . . . I’ve come to some places where –at each–I could spend a lifetime; choices need to be made. And if I can’t spend that much time at each, the alternative might be to just keep moving . . . since it’s too hard to figure out how
to get access. Those do look like parts of the superstructure of USS New York, which makes the Avondale Shipyard over there somewhere. In the sixth boro, tugboat Dorothy Elizabeth and prison barge Vernon C. Bain come out of Avondale, along with this huge international list.
Bayou Lafourche along 308 sports signs like this, birthplace of lots of Vane Brothers tugs, a Gellatly & Criscione, and several Penn Maritimes.
A couple of twists and turns later, there’s this Bollinger yard, home to the Sentinel-class of Coast Guard cutter. Consider this, two major US shipyards in a town of less than 3000!! Here’s more info on those cutters.
Continue south for 12 miles and you’ll see North American Shipbuilding, one of several Edison-Chouest Offshore facilities. Provider was delivered in 1999.
this nameless variation on Lil Rip,
… let me stop here on this post which breaks my record for number of fotos . . . nameless, but I can almost make out the spelling of TUGSTER on the stern. Is it possible I’ve found myself and my place to settle here? She looks to have some pedigree . . . 1940s lines? Can anyone help with a bit of history here?
I intend to return to the Bayou soon, spend more time, and . . . who knows what might transpire.
All fotos here by either Will or Christina, partners in this jaunt-within-a-gallivant.
For a waterman’s view of the general area, click here.
From the air you can see the traffic . . . the sinuous lines it scribes into the legendary river.
From the bank, you can see sometimes three tugs abreast (l. to r. Bobby Jones-1966, David G. Sehrt-1965, and Born Again-1974) pushing more than a dozen barges slipping around the turn between Algiers and the 9th Ward. And when I say slipping, I mean even big vessels seem to slide through this crescent. That erosion in the foreground bespeaks higher water.
Uh . . . a variation on seasnake?
Close-up of McLean.
I’m back at work in environs of the sixth boro, and this is the last set about Nola strictly defined. Tomorrow I hope to put up some fotos from a jaunt-within-a-gallivant southwest from the Crescent City, a truly magical place to which I really must return soon because there’s much I’ve yet to understand . . . like why
And is it true there’s a nun driving a tugboat somewhere on the Lower Mississippi? Here’s a ghost story, and if you have a chance to find it, listen to Austin Lounge Lizard’s ”Boudreaux was a Nutcase.”
All fotos by Will Van Dorp, who also has tons of fotos from Panama to put up.
This foto in no way conveys the intensity of this moment: that car crept down Iberville Street at dusk blasting out a shock wave of engine roar that rivaled the scream of 747 engines.
The shadow of Christ emerges on this end of St. Louis Cathedral as night falls.
Tugster dips his toe in the Mississippi near where Capt. John hugs the wharf just northeast of JacksonSquare.
This statue is called Old Man River, and I’m intrigued though
I’m deep in the “fog of travel,” a phrase I learned from David Hindin. So only the facts, here:
If you didn’t see it yesterday, check out bowsprite’s nola.