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I first had a photo of Eastern Welder here in a post from almost 7 years ago. And I had the photo below all lined up back on the first day of the season, but I snapped it after my subject had left the frame. Oh well, I put this here to show what the salt pile looked like–all tarped–before the ice season began. Hundreds of thousands of tons of salt have moved in and out there since. The white hulled vessel is Dutch Girl. Here and here are more sixth boro fishing posts.
And here’s our subject. The photo above and below were taken on December 1, 2013.
And the rest of these I took this past Sunday.
It’s hard to believe the New York Bight can be so glassy smooth sometimes.
All photos by Will Van Dorp.
Personal disclosure: I used to enjoy playing football, but I’ve never watched a Super Bowl game. I certainly have no feelings at all about any team, any sport. But with all this talk of seahawks and broncos on ground hog day, I’m not oblivious: ground pork meatballs will go in my lunch stew. This morning over coffee I decided to look up the history of the two teams soon to engage in New Jersey. So the first owner of the broncos originally (prior to 1960) had a team called the bears. And one of the two first investors in the seahawks was a Ned Skinner, scion of the Skinner & Eddy shipyard in Seattle and himself last owner/operator of the Alaska Steamship Company.
Anyhow . . . enjoy this digressive post, one that zags and zigs through a number of critters–like Stolt Bobcat–I’ve seen in the past year, as
well as this unusual logo on the side of a junked truck,
first signs of winter on the sixth boro,
my favorite fishing bird,
a quite effective gull,
my company atop a mountain in January River,
disciples of a certain waterborne tagger along the KVK,
the only good rat I’ve seen in a while over at Sal Polisi’s shop near South Street Seaport,
a beached shark, and finally
some docked rays struggling in the light of morning sun’s rays over by Owl’s Head. And speaking of rays and ground hog . . .
I’m guessing Staten Island and Punxsutawney pick on ground hogs just because there are no convenient bears or badgers around to consult about winter weather.
Last critter word here, see a sea hawk and a bronco go toe-to-toe here.
Here was an earlier critter post.
All fotos by Will Van Dorp, who’s now off to grind the pork.
Ooops! here’s one more critter link . . . from gCaptain, an inside look at a cattle/livestock carrier.
And another loops! Read this NJstarledger article about birds here.
Here was 30 minutes from another vantage point. Yesterday I left for work early and had a half hour or so to kill from Fort Wadsworth. Seeing Ital Laguna and CMA CGM Matisse leaving together convinced me to stop there. Meanwhile a larger and
smaller fishing boat arrive. I recognize this boat, although I don’t know its name. See it the last foot here.
First Coast moves in from somewhere beyond Norton’s Point.
Rays now rake across the top of the manifold on Freja Nordica as it enters the Narrows and
passes an outbound Franklin Reinauer.
Recognize the profile?
It’s Ellen. I’ve no horse that shakes harness bells to suggest I move along, but I know I have –if no promises to keep–then . . work to do, appointments to meet.
All fotos by Will Van Drop.
Here was the last fishing post I did. Fishing is only a winter activity in the sixth boro. Here Dutch Girl pulls a net past the French woman and
then heads back.
And this looks like Virginia Sue, she of classic lines.
All fotos by Will Van Dorp, who might have enough unused fishing fotos from Brazil to do another post about them. I have got to check.
Here was a post I did in early spring 2013. She went to Portland, Maine for the work, and this morning
she returned to South Street Seaport Museum pier, about 36 hours travel out of Gloucester.
The timing was perfect for me . . . as I’m currently reading A Dream of Tall Ships, Peter Stanford’s account of the years from 1965–1974, when as the subtitle of the book has it, a story of “how NYers came together to save the city’s sailing-ship waterfront.” Well . . . round 1, at least.
Lettie looked glorious in the morning sun, nestling back beside Ambrose, but I couldn’t help looking especially closely at the bow. I’d just read this account the day before in Stanford’s book, a recollection about the vessel then-called Caviare in September 1968
“there was one thing that needed replacing, which not vital to the schooner’s structure, mattered a great deal to her appearance. This was the gammon knee, an oak extension of the stem arching forward under the bowsprit, which nicely completes the sweeping curve of the clipper bow. The old schooner’s gammon knee had been chopped back into a stump to allow a heavy rope fender to be slung under the bow when she’d been adapted for work as a tug.”
Wow! That’s one old foto I’d love to see, this vessel, with a rope bow fender, pushing a barge. Anyone have such a foto?
Lettie‘s back, and so is this fleet. Maybe Lettie‘d love to come out fishing with them? Vessel in the distance is Pati R. Moran. Brown fishboat in the foreground is Eastern Welder.
All fotos this morning by Will Van Dorp.
Taken over in Newark Bay . . a shrink-wrapped airplane on a barge . . foto compliments of the team over at Henry Marine. I did this post in April 2013, but you should befriend them on Facebook at Tug Life at Henry Marine for a different take on working in the sixth boro. Anyone know where this airplane has gone/is going? Two of several previous posts with airplanes on barges are here and here.
Up near the Thousand Islands and the Canadian border, it’s Bowditch, foto compliments of Bob Stopper. Bowditch dates from 1954 and used to be called Hot Dog. More of Bob’s fotos from upstate NY and other places soon.
And last but not least, taken off New London during its schooner fest, it’s Malabar II, a 91-year-old vessel of John Alden design. Fotos of this timeless vessel come compliments of Rod Clingman.
Mant thanks to Rod, Allan, Bob, Maraki, and –last but not least–the crew at Henry Marine for permission to use these fotos.
Now some info on other people’s events:
and last but certainly not least . . . that’s a tugster foto below. Click here for details.
Welcome to the Inner Harbor of Syracuse. It used to be said that from the Inner Harbor, you could go anywhere in the world. Or anyone from “anywhere in the world” could get here. That’s a bit of an exaggeration; for example, you couldn’t get here, the Bonneville Salt Flats. But then again, someone making that claim about the Inner Harbor wouldn’t need to get to this mineral-rich Utah deposit. Explanation follows.
I ended up in the Inner Harbor in August because I wanted to see the shops
where the Erie Canal tenders had been built. And I’m still working on that. But in the process I stumbled upon
Erie Canal here is today Erie Boulevard. And the sign above relates the upstate NY location to the Utah western surface deposit.
Stop by the visitors center if you are nearby.
All fotos by Will Van Dorp.
San Juan Pilots see big waves while still inside the Bay.
These same huge rollers fail to discourage fishermen, but
sabalo . . . aka tarpon attract!
Midnight Coast is another short-sea shipper of containers.
That’s assist tugs Honcho and Handy-Three with tanker Freja Taurus.
Pelicans perch in trees for plume-maintenance after doing
dives like this and
adding a splash to stun prey.
Time to move back to the sixth boro, but Puerto Rico . . . I’ll be back.
All fotos by Will Van Dorp.
. . . a 49.9′ fishing vessel built in 1991 and living in Belford, NJ, may not be the first association you had with this title, but here she was in port about a month ago, and
here she was this morning in close proximity with a 964.5′ three-year-old
container ship called NYK Romulus.
But one goes where the first are. Lime green hull in the distance, along the KVK is BW Amazon.
Here . . . she passes at Fox Boys.
All fotos by Will Van Dorp.
Forecast for the morning after the Oscars was for some sun, which I sorely needed. And who’s out . . . William Oscar aka W. O. Decker, for starters.
I couldn’t quite figure out what Sorensen Miller‘s load was. In the background, that’s the Newark Bay Bridge, which doesn’t make it on my fotos much.
Virginia Sue was fishing off Clermont.
John P. Brown moved nine (?) railcars from Brooklyn to Jersey.
Clipper Legacy arrived here yesterday.
Shawn Miller‘s pushing trucks around again, this one all ready for the mid-March holiday.
Taurus light moves past Christine McAllister.
And . . . let’s conclude with another shot of William Oscar, wherever it may be heading.
All fotos this morning before the clouds moved in . . . by Will Van Dorp.