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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!!
Unless otherwise credited, fotos by Will Van Dorp.
Thoughts of anything but summer . . . with its adventures and gallivants . .. are elusive, for me. Dana Spiotta writes of that in tomorrow’s NYTimes magazine, recounting a voyage on the Erie Canal by rowboat with Tide and Current Taxi‘s very own Marie Lorenz. You could go fishing: both Marlin and Minnow are currently in the sixth boro.
A week from now you could swim around Manhattan . . . or volunteer to keep swimmers safe by emailing email@example.com
In a week you could go to the Clearwater Festival.
Next Saturday . . . the sea will again boil with hot blood and creatures rarely seen will emerge and parade. It’s the 29th
annual Mermaid Parade and Ball!!!
Thanks, Yen, for that foto.
I . . . illusion. [I know I skipped "H" and trust you'll understand in a few days.] Remember, click on a foto to enlarge it.
Illusion . . . bedevils me . . . and lots of other folks. I sometimes create pain for myself by believing the “truth” I want rather than what my senses (including hearing) tell me. Clinging to such illusions might confound lots of people; illusions might also doom groups of people. ”Group-think” has led more than one vessel–real or metaphorical–onto the rocks.
This post is then intended to have fun with potential illusions of the optical sort. The tall white chimney directly above the house of Pilot No. 1 New York stands at least 300 feet from the vessel. I tend not to photoshop my fotos, but if I removed the hint of foliage between vessel and chimney set back on the shore, I could get SeaBart kind of excited. By the way, what is that chimney? And, anyone know the place/date of construction of Pilot No. 1 and 2?
Some Native American myth calls the North America continent “turtle island,” since the “bedrock” of the continent was in fact a gigantic turtle where a hapless “sky woman” had created a new life for herself. In the foto below, a clamshell dredge seems to fill a vast barge on which a metropolis with a skyline greatly resembling Manhattan’s also exists. I guess that could suggest “barge island” as a synonym for that boro.
I’m an admirer of Don Sutherland’s fotos and sense of humor. Twice in the past year, using the magic (ok . . illusion) of juxtaposition, he has created fun compositions. In one, Ruth Reinauer seems to have the Statue of Liberty loaded onto its afterdeck. In another, an unidentified tug seemed to carry a zigzag ladder on its boatdeck to reach grant access to the Weehawken cliff. Here’s my version: a ladder from the top of buoy 13 almost directly to Franklin Reinauer‘s upper house.
Finally, (and NO this blog is not transforming into a pet gallery but if my friend Peter can link to a LOLcats version of Moby Dick, then I feel licensed to proceed) the foto below shows the same green bird that appeared so regal and calm in yesterday’s post. The image is a video still showing said-bird’s displeasure with a video camera. Might this illusion give rise to a sixth boro version of the Montauk monster? Which is the true nature of the bird–this view or yesterday’s. Or . . . am I my truer self on one of my best–or worst–days? Maybe the possible choice is just the real illusion.
All fotos here by Will Van Dorp except the one of the illusory evil parrot, taken by Elizabeth.
Bowsprite and I have neologized . . . coined another new term: “tanlogging” from collapsing “tandem blogging.” By the way, if any has a more elegant conflation of the two words, please suggest it.
Anyhow, she recently did “Ships in the Night 2,” and since we strive to be, among other things, the yin and yang of sixth boro waterbloggers, I couldn’t resist a reply. Yin and yang you wonder? Well … some personal disclosure : when I telecommed with her recently at dawn while drinking my go-to-work coffee, she was about to call it a night!! We occupy opposite watches.
Anyhow, all fotos below were taken between dawn and work yesterday: the cheery orange Michelle Jeanne was returning at dawn + one hour from surveys.
Wanderer, the pilot built seven years ago in Mamaroneck, was –of course–wending along its 24-7-365 routes throughout the sixth boro.
NS IV, stealing seaward while the undifferentiated urban mush starts to awaken–or call it a night in some cases–I know you’re a crew boat I see all the time, but I don’t know your people.
Now here’s a day boat I’d love to learn about: over in the transition of Arthur Kill and Newark Bay . . . what were they doing?
Enough for now . . . ships in the night lead to boats in the day. One set gets observed by the watchkeeper of the darkness and the other by he of the daylight, and yet between us we miss an immense amount. And the sixth boro, non-stop, never ceases to amaze and delight.
All fotos here by Will Van Dorp. More tanlogging soon. Please someone coin a better word for “tandem blogging.”
While researching this post, I stumbled upon a blog that seems to have ceased after a quite promising start. Check out this Norrie Point pilot boat along the Hudson here. Tom, I’d love to hear from you. I believe the foto below (I took it a year ago in Tottenville) shows a Hudson River Pilot boat of the sort I’ve seen from a distance at Norrie Point. Besides Ambrose, many vessels do Hudson River Pilots operate? Is this the 1979 Gladding Hearn Ambrose?
Below is the a foto showing the closest I’ve ever come to Norrie Point, with pilot boat on station. Is the building the Norrie Point Environmental Center?
Coming or going or
holding station with a famous marine photograher (not me!) on the foredeck,
I’m impressed by these vessels.
All fotos by Will Van Dorp.
Unrelated: today is EVR Day.