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Most of the previous birds posts have been in winter . . except this one. I find birds one of the joys of winter. So on the last day of winter, rather than go out and get rainy/sleet fotos, enjoy these.
Two Brants discuss the approaching Hayward and the distancing Prominent Ace escorted in by Ron G.
Mergansers are always a joy.
Here a flock of them discuss the passing B. Franklin Reinauer.
Buffleheads are indicator species for me that winter is upon us.
It’s time for winter to retreat . . . .
All fotos by Will Van Dorp.
Check out the name plate . . . Davis Sea. Yup, it’s THAT Davis Sea as captured less than a week ago by John Skelson. Two months ago, I got a foto of Davis Sea looking like this (third foto down).
exponentials. Here’s an old post about these floating featured things. Of course, birds aren’t the only animals I see. How about ponies
like this one? And maybe here’s the rider
And alien orbs . . . with Scott Turecamo and a turbine in the distance . . .
And finally, from the Argus-eyed bowsprite, what’s this? This sailboat . . . is it cargo or has this creative captain traded in the usual orange lifeboat for a higher-performance ride back to terra firma for a little déjeuner sur l’herbe a la Manet should it be desired?
Happy March! And seriously, consider chipping in some dinars or ducats to help float Harvest Dome this summer. The link is here.
Here was Birds 4. Birds intrude on these fotos a fair amount just because they do. I usually don’t intend bird fotos, but like the second from bottom here, they happen and make intriguing juxtaposition. Vastly different proximity of bird and vessel sometimes makes for apparently huge birds and new ways of seeing, as in the fotos of Julia Fullerton-Batten.
But sometimes birds distract me from my usual subject. Indulge me and take two minutes to watch this two-minute vimeo called “murmuration,” starting out with two girls in a canoe on a lake in Ireland. If you’ve already seen it, pass it along to someone.
Here’s another shot of an osprey I included here about two months ago, third foto from last. To me this one suggests bird on fish like surfer on board.
All fotos by Will Van Dorp. And seriously, if you didn’t watch that vimeo . . . it’ll make your day. Thanks to Maureen for sending it my way. To me, it rivals the amazingvirtualreal sequences in Avatar, the movie. Here’s another bird/water video.
All these fotos I took yesterday afternoon. Of all the fotos that were taken in greater New York yesterday, these represent probably one billionth of the total. Besdies the fotos I took on my camera, I took about 10 others, on four other folks’ cameras. This is New York in springtime; these people were from four countries: India, Switzerland, Canada, and the US. Although the fotos–the ones of tourists as well as the ones below– are quite random, a predictable unity exists. Can you guess the tug below?
My eyes often “misread.” From a distance I perceived the name of the yellow tanker to be Atlantic Mule. I liked that connection with basic transportation. Shortly after I recognized the name as Atlantic Muse, an appropriately-named Atlantic Concert happened past. Music was conjured up in my head and feet.
The tug above out-of-focus beyond the apple blossoms was Davis Sea, here being overtaken by Atlantic Concert. A mere three months–less than 100 days!!– ago, I did this post and video of Davis Sea struggling with ice a hundred miles upriver.
As I composed a shot of tanker Apollon, a pigeon intruded.
This egret was not an intrusion.
A century ago–maybe two centuries ago–there was a stone trade. Then rock was transported in old schooners, slow and expendable; now it’s done in dinged up scows and a variety of tugs. Specialist II looks long and lean here. She was last in the blog foto’d out of the water.
So on a Monday morning like this, I’ll say something true about feeling lucky to live in New York and know the people I do. Have a fabulous week; may it go so fast we don’t fall into the potholes.
All fotos taken Sunday, April 11 by Will Van Dorp.
Just in case you haven’t guessed, tugster rides the tour bus into the outskirts of Talltalesville sometimes . . . and in his offices along the KVK is reputed to converse with historical personages (more on this at end of post) and . . . birds. Like earlier this week, I was just comparing Easter dinner notes with Merg, one of my favorite red-breasted mergansers, and the conversation turned toward olives , my favorites, pitted kalamatas. Did I say this “office” is near Snug Harbor, a place ghosts reputedly inhabit? In this link see the last one third for ghosts.
When I noticed Merg’s crest was a bit wilder than a few minutes before, I followed its line of sight and
I understood. Shape and scale were both formidable.
Our conversation interrupted, Merg veered to starboard
as this leviathan followed.
Enough already, croaked Merg, heading for the east.
And if the immensity of the blue vessel were not enough, from alongbehind appeared . . . is it Laura K?
That was it for Merg, who dove. Oh, the great blue container ship is Maersk Kalamata, the closest vessel to 1000′ loa I’ve seen in boro 6 in a bit. Note Robbins Reef light just forward of the bow.
Marginally related: the foto below dates from March 2, 2010 in the KVK. I thought it was a seal. I saw something (dark shape just to the left of bubbles) swim quite fast just below the surface, but now I’m thinking it might be a dolphin. Anyone weigh in? I know there’s not much fotografic clue here.
All fotos by Will Van Dorp.
Personages: A few weeks ago, while I was relaxing on the dock aka my “office” in front of Sailor’s Snug Harbor, an older man ambled down the stairs and walked over to me. I watch my back and front, so paid attention for awhile. When he avoided eye contact and seemed harmless and as fixated on the water as I was, I went back to shooting what passed. After a few minutes, he waved and said, Foto, foto,” while pointing to himself. No matter what I said or asked, all he said was “foto foto,” so I figured why not and snapped his picture. When I asked his name, he handed me a pizza menu. Strange, given that he was Asian and I would swear he was Ho Chi Minh or at least his body-double recently. By the way, HCM lived in Manhattan and Brooklyn between 1912 and 1918 after having worked in the galley of a ship a few years.) I wouldn’t make this up. So if that was you, get in touch and I’ll send the foto foto.