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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.
The NPR station I support–WNYC–has been running an interesting BBC series called “History of the World in 100 Objects.” This has itself spawned a local variation called “the story of NY in 10 objects.” So far, WNYC has revealed 10, 9, and 8; more next week.
I’m curious whether the seven remaining will include water-related, sixth boro-linked items. Certainly, any ship that passes through the Narrows is emblematic of the story of this city. Any the vessels never stop! John Watson took these two this morning. CSAV Suape heads out, and
CMA CGM L’etoile arrives, for a short appointment for some container shuffling in the port of NYC/NJ. Suape‘s namesake is a Brazilian port, and the vessel, whose original name was MedBaffin, first floated three years ago off the Chinese island of Zhoushan. L’etoile . . . star, comes from Hyundai Heavy Industries in Ulsan. Vessels come and go, all weather and hours of night and day . . . a gauge of tireless trade.
NouNou, or are they the same?
St. John’s is the clue. Passing here is OOCL Norfolk.
on 1/31. Today she’s in Alexandria aka الإسكندرية, as in Egypt’s largest port.
NYK Meteor as focused on a chock, and then
the Golden Gate, and is headed . . . where in Asia?
And what would surround us in our daily NYC lives without the goods on these vessels?
Many thanks to John Watson for the first two fotos.
Notice the Village Voice icon has disappeared. Tugster didn’t get their nod. Thanks for voting. Although it would have been nice to win, winning is not why I blog.
You know the song; I decided to adapt it like this.
“On the first tides of Christmas, my true loves spoke to me . . . of propellers in a parts tree.
On the second tides of Christmas, my true loves gave to me, two honey boats, and . . .
… three schooner sails, . . .
… four ferry boats, . . .
… seven short sea shippers, . . .
… ten dredgers digging, . . .
All fotos by Will Van Dorp.
Same idea only different . . . check out frogma.
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.
Are there shadows when you can’t see them? Others forces exist though invisible like tides, winds, markets, seasons, combustion, zeitgeist, …
“Blue is the colour of the sky . . .” in the Donovan song of almost a half century ago, but this isn’t a post about foliage, although I took this foto Friday . . . if you’re wondering why I didn’t post. Guess the location?
Brown is the color of the Hudson, yesterday, as seen high above crane barge Columbia (and Sarah Ann??) viewed from Storm King, about 60 miles north of the sixth boro.
Brown flows under Margot and Benjamin Eliott at Waterford about a hundred miles north of Storm King.
It has been the color of the Hudson and feeders streams since the visitation of Irene (note the high point on the Second Street Bridge) and the rest of the rainy season in the Hudson and other Northeast watersheds.
waters through the rock
Fotos by Will Van Dorp. More Donovan?
And speaking of colors from inks and pigments as multi-hued as nature up north, check this out from my favorite niche-leaping, river-crossing, shipshifting cliff-dweller . . . and so much more.
For explanations on all manner of color, checkin with seaandsky.
Just to contextualize this, here’s Random Ships 16 and 15. Below is one sight that thrilled me yesterday . . . Orange Star. Nice sternlines, eh? Just over three years ago, I took fotos of Orange Star, a different and older vessel by the same name. If you open only one link in this post, open this one for the 2008 version of Orange Star.
These Brazilian juice tankers HAVE to be the most beautiful large motor vessels (IMHO) anywhere: immaculate exteriors exuding sublime colors and hues, bespeaking what I imagine are gleaming stainless steel interiors redolent of citrus.
Bulker Medi Antwerp passes Conti Benguela on its way to sea. The fact that “benguela” appears on a tanker speaks to the success of offshore drilling there.
A new word for the beauty of these tankers? Try pulchritudinous! No, really . . . that’s a good thing! Even the old Orange Star may have registered a old, worn out, tired feeling to itself or others, but she was always pulchritudinous to my eyes. Orange Stars to me . . . I view as resplendent as the day they came off the ways. A statistic for the volume of Brazilian juice: (2007) It produces 53% of all orange juice consumed in the world! For more statistics like that, click here. I do–I admit–recognize the problem of getting staples like orange juice from a continent away; maybe I should move to a place where I can grow my own oranges, lemons, mangoes . . .?
Back to these juice vessels . . . their charms disarm me. Now here I could have taken a closeup of this structure, starboard side of where the pumps and controls must be, but I didn’t think to do it. Anyone explain the device below the crane and abaft the horizontally oriented tank? Next time I’ll try to keep my analytical wits about me and not go all aflutter.
Coming home from work, I overheard this conversation on New Jersey Transit last night between Newark and New York.
She from West Virginia: Oh this is so exciting. Soon I’ll walk through Penn Station, just like I saw in movies and TV. Even the train ride is exciting.
She from NYC: Thank you. Thanks for the reminders. I’m always tired coming from work on this train, and I forget how exciting this is. Thank you!
The latter sounded sincere, and I’ll bet it was. Taking fotos helps remind me of the exciting place the sixth boro is. I took all these today while showing a friend around. Like Captain Zeke urging a scow
the collaboration of USCGC Campbell heading outbound through the Narrows.
All fotos today by Will Van Dorp.
Everyone knows the “nothing–absolutely nothing–half so much worth doing as messing around in boats.” I’d revise that as “nothing . . . quarter so much worth doing as watching . .. boats, whatever those vessels are doing.” And I’m not the only one watching. Cargoes and passengers on water intrigue me much more than those on land.I wonder sometimes how these other observers in the sixth boro process what they see.
I can’t tell what I’m looking at quite often. When the blue container ship entered port last week and I tried to make out the name on the curves of the bow, I read “loose sand” where seconds later I saw “Louds Island.” Actually, I wish the vessel were called “loose sand.” Remember “Ice Babe“?
Knowing what I knew, Maurania III headed up to the North River–where recently she raced– could only mean one thing, especially
USS New York had done its local doing and was
By the way, I’m with Bloomberg on this one: please stop calling it ground zero. Let’s move on because time has moved on.
Also, for the record, we have a local election in my voting district, and I will hang up every time pollsters call and ask if I feel less or more secure now than before 9/11. It’s a stupid question. IMHO, be vigilant, but there NEVER is such a thing as complete security, although I’m grateful for those who endeavor to keep us secure.