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First, thanks to Birk Thomas . . . Ice River currently in Philadelphia. Here’s the reefer fleet list.
And thanks to Mike Abegg, Alice Oldendorff, currently in the sixth boro, the vessel that started this blog over 2000 posts ago.
Also, still in port, Asopus.
And just out of the repair dock, it’s Stena Primorsk, having spent weeks in or around the harbor.
And finally . . . NYK Joanna leaves town yesterday. Watch between tug and ship, starboard side,
here, for what has to be one
of the more dangerous jobs on the water.
It’s the docking pilot leaving the vessel as it heads for sea.
Perusal of the NYK fleet shows names like Mark Twain and William Shakespeare. I’d love to see them come to town.
Unless otherwise attributed, all fotos by will Van Dorp. Thanks here to Birk Thomas and Mike Abegg.
Yesterday a goal was to get a better look at this vessel, Ternen.
Her odd posture resulted from some marine variation on a flat tire.
And while I watched, this familiar bulbous bow appeared, headed for sea. Alice!! she was in town almost to the day six years after I started this blog.
Almost exactly four years ago I posted this, with a tallying of statistics about two years of watching/studying the empiricals of New York harbor aka the sixth boro.
Thanks to your continued encouragement in the form of reading, commenting, correcting . . . I’m still watching life on the most important boro of this port city.
The buffleheads are back, and when I asked, they let on they were really happy they were not gallopavos of any sort.
All fotos by Will Van Dorp.
By the way, no matter any info to the contrary, tomorrow is Blue Friday. Why blue? DonJon blue . . . of course. Atlantic Salvor will be arriving back in the boro towing sections of the WTC antenna. You can track it here.
How I spent Thanksgiving 22 years ago . .. in Basra, Iraq . . . click here.
Here was 2.
What kind of fotos does one get on a dark and drizzly morning? Well, through a fence I snapped this one of the virginal Evening Star . . . in the boro less than 24 hours! And less than a year and a half after keel-laying down in Louisiana.
Alice Oldendorff came in this morning . . . the first moving vessel I spotted today AND the subject of my first ever post nearly six short and long years ago. Alice shuttles aggregates between Port of Bayside, NB and Brooklyn Navy Yard.
And even more virginal than Evening Star, here’s DDG-112, to be commissioned in the sixth boro next Saturday.
USS Michael Murphy is named for a fallen SEAL and built at Bath Iron Works.
Here’s Alliance St. Louis, a US-flagged RORO with
a smudge on her bow that resembles smudges I’ve seen on other ROROs. Anyone explain the origin of what appears to be primer paint over damaged coating?
Here’s the Kirby barge Pacific, which
has this unusual feature midships.
Moving her eastbound was Amy C McAllister. The tanker in the distance off Amy‘s stern is Lia.
All fotos by Will Van Dorp.
Soon-to-be commissioned USS Michael Murphy will be open for tours tomorrow.
Alice Oldendorff came into town yesterday. Many thanks for this foto to a reader and blogger who is anything but self-absorbed. And seeing Alice from this angle, escorted by the inimitable McAllister Responder . . . Ms. O is the same beauty I fell for long ago, but the Manhattan skyline from this angle has some new detail . . . right above Alice’s forward boom is the World Trade Center with its twin cranes, and forward of that the Beekman Tower, NYC’s tallest residential building. I don’t think Beekman is a walk-up.
So, I have clearly self-disclosed myself as a fool for Alice, who may never requite my feelings for her. Never will I–unless my fortunes change–be invited to commune with Alice in drydock, where I could study her from stem to stern. Or trace her curves and contours. Or admire her from every angle with my lenses. Or massage her aches and smoothen her scars. Let me demonstrate by . . .
showing what I was able to do recently with Edna, a 35′ loa x 16′ truckable tug launched in 1997. My dance with Edna started here, and then
I walked around her, admiring her marks of graceful aging … the rust and the growth and dents. She exposed her vulnerabilities.
She let me appreciate her power and maneuverability both starboard closeup and
from farther back.
I pivoted around to port, and venerated her complex yet classic lines.
Back at the bow, our eyes locked as we read each other and grokked.
From full frontal to profile to dorsal-to-dorsal dosido, the dance could go on.
OK, Alice, I know you’re 20 times longer and 5 times beamier, but our feelings may some day converge and such exhilarated escape from inhibition we’ll enjoy. For now, I withdraw all this self-disclosure. If working relationship it is, then I will cherish that. Work calls us in opposite directions: you to the quarries of Nova Scotia and me . . . well, no more self-disclosure.
Top foto by Claude Scales; all others by Will Van Dorp, whose smile stretches from ear to ear right now.
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