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Sunsets can gild and indemnify the efforts of the day. A lightship can help safely navigate the impending darkness.
but sunsets can also torment. Although it’s the last day of September and progress has been very slow in trying to raise the $$ to save Bertha,
there is still time. Someone must know someone who
can help so that this hull gets completed, surfaces get gets sandblasted and repainted, and all the rest so that
this handiwork will be complemented with
clear views out these lights, and
So that these D13000 speak again.
And splash gurgle back out to sea
Here’s Bertha‘s blog.
(Doubleclick enlarges these again!! I’ll go back when I can and correct the “display setting” for the past few days.)
Thirty-six or so days after surging sixth boro waters tossed this “mothballed” tanker onto the shoreline at Clifton, Staten Island, efforts appear to be preparing to move it off. Crews have been assessing the condition of John B Caddell for some time, but as of nightfall today, tug Sarah Ann had barge Raritan Bay
I can’t say what this beach will look like tomorrow, so
I took advantage of the 65-degree foggy evening to get
what fotos I could. It’s only an illusion caused by flood lighting that John B no longer has a bow, but come . . . a month from now,
who knows. This press release about a unified approach to removing the wreck made the rounds in my email yesterday. Thanks to all who passed it along.
All fotos fresh from the camera and the dark room of Will Van Dorp.
John B. three weeks after coming ashore. Tethered . . . like an rogue beast.
Tagged . . . like a common railroad boxcar.
Examined by a scissor lift.
Quarantined and sequestered by yellow boom in her element and
orange pole and police tape ashore . . .
Her cavities and ducts probed, cathetered, and pumped out . . .
Prospects do indeed look grim for John B. . . .
her fate watched from the deep side.
All fotos today by Will Van Dorp.
Unrelated: Since Ft Wadsworth’s still closed to the public, I’ve no news about the ‘scapegoats there. Anyone have word?
If you read Latin, you get it, this statement of Snug Harbor’s motto. Otherwise, I’ll translate a bit farther down. If you’ve never been, it’s worth a visit.
Here’s what KVK traffic looks like from the Minard Lafever-designed buildings of Snug Harbor, and
here’s what the waterside entrance to Snug Harbor looks like from the KVK . . . just between IMTT Bayonne and the “salt pile.”
The current feature exhibit is called “Treasures of Sailors’ Snug Harbor.” The bust here is Robert Richard Randall, the sea captain whose charity established what became a home for thousands of aging seafarers.
The will establishing the institution was drawn up by Alexander Hamilton.
The Latin in this John LaFarge stained glass window translates as “We who are exhausted seek a harbor.”
If you’ve never been to SSH, you’ll enjoy three floors of exhibits, which include ship models like Massapequa and
and Japan Ambrose. And of course much much more, such as
For directions to SSH, click here.
If you live near NYC , a great way to mark Memorial Day aka Decoration Day, visit any of the open piers. Check out the “early history” in this wikipedia link. I seized the morning out here, on DDG 57 USS Mitscher.
and starboard aft toward DDG-66 USS Gonzalez. On the tour I saw a wide range of specialists.
walruses!! And it turns out they do! Although, seriously, masks of different sorts are worn in traditional dances–reorgs–and the walrus represents strength.
Although Dewaruci was built at Stulken Sohn in Hamburg, begun in 1932 (pre-WW2 and therefore commssioned by the Dutch??) , it was completed in 1953, year four of Indonesian independence from the Dutch. The design, then, dates from a time that commercial sail still existed. But the detail on this vessel, currently on its last voyage, is phenomenal. I haven’t seen so much wood carving on a vessel since I visited the schooner Anne.
with Garuda and
Irian Jayan, actually the western end of the island of New Guinea.
and the engine order telegraph.
An intriguing poster on deck also shows all the commanding officers from 1953 to present, from Majoor A. F. H. Rosenow to Haris Bima B. Letkol Laut.
All fotos and story by Will Van Dorp.
January 1912, a mere 1202 months ago. Ambrose at work with White Star Olympic passing in background. Olympic at this time was less than a year on the job and already suffered one collision. Four months later, of course, her younger sister ship would begin its ill-fated maiden voyage to New York.
I recall seeing this foto before I moved to New York and imagined that “channel 87″ was the means to contact the vessel. Oh well . . . live and learn, eh?
March 2012. Ambrose in her 46th year post-decommissioning after having served the USCG (and precursors) 59 years. Photo by Birk Thomas. In lower right hand corner, that’s Atlantic Salt’s Richmond Terrace mountain.
St. Peter’s neo-Romanesque sanctuary has dominated the east end of the KVK for over a century.
Structure just forward of Ambrose here is Sono’s “postcards,” a 9/11 memorial.
Many thanks to Birk for these fotos.
So here she came into the sixth boro yesterday . . . and after getting a foto–albeit rainy– of Shorthorn Express a few weeks back, I
Carrickfergus, Ireland, which seemed strange given New York state’s salt mines. But then again, maybe not all salt is the same. Certainly, I learned that a mare transporter doesn’t transport mares or anything remotely equine.
All fotos by will Van Dorp.
From Howland Hook to the parking lot at my job takes about 10 minutes. On a clear morning, a quick stop across from the port gives me ballast I need for whatever I might face at work. What I wrote about dawn here a year and a half ago still holds. The ship here is NYK Rigel, which I wrote about here last year. It departed the sixth boro last night after the “tornado.” It spent about a day in Howland Hook after having left Qingdao, Ningbo, and Shanghai … in mid -August. Today, those containers are starting to fan out across the eastern US via truck and rail.
The gantry operator has a fantastic vantage point but a schedule that prevents him from stopping to enjoy it.
I linger across the Kill and watch the light play first here, then there, on
countless surfaces. Differing areas light up almost like the
sounds made by fingers crawling around the keyboard of a piano.
Even later in the day, reduced light is not a deprivation; darkened or even bleached out
light invokes magic.
Here’s a light post from last spring.
All fotos today by Will Van Dorp.
My camera is an opportunistic feeder, and when I saw these (anyone know what they are?) on my way to the water, the camera demanded I linger. And as I did, I
noticed some orange movement, also unidentified, so I needed to have a closer
By the time I’d followed around a point, the hook seemed solidly held in place by a gargantuan bottom, and my camera had just missed a pallet of supplies hoisted off the capacious decks of ABC-1 (See it high and dry in the sixth foto in that link). Here’s a Don Sutherland article about ABC-1‘s owners.
And as I came around, I spotted another craft on the Un-Stealthy One‘s portside, but I got a clear shot only after
the man standing on the foredeck of Nicholas Miller swung outward from the ladder he had just descended. Notice in the foto above anchored off Stena Stealth‘s portside . . . Chemical Pioneer, not far from where it, as Sea Witch 37 years ago lost its steering and created its fireball and a major oil spill, by sixth boro standards.
Catchups and followups and accountclosings by the end of this month.
All fotos here by Will Van Dorp.
When I headed out this morning, blues as I had written about them here a quarter year ago had no place in my consciousness but tell me this: were my eyes malfunctioning or is this not the most disarming set of blues ever painted onto a ship? These blues set off Laura K. Moran‘s pure beet red. And, as if that were not enough, a second
blue ship, different hue, came along too, tailed by Margaret Moran.
Minerva tankers are typically black with the owl logo, unlike Minerva Joanna. That’s Patapsco in the distance.
Aegir (436′ x 64′) is junior as container ships go, but check out the top of her load.
In from Sweden, maybe that’s where Joanna grew her disarming blues,
It’s a Caterpillar D6R. Do we import these now?
Those blues really set off the colors and angles on Laura K.
Doesn’t Richmond Terrace here seem tropical?
What outatowner would imagine the shore off to the left of the foto lies within the confines of New York City? Catch the Staten Island end of the Bayonne Bridge (my logo) off to the right side of the foto.
Partner tug to Laura K. is Miriam, of course. Oh, and it’s Tzoanna.
All fotos taken by Will Van Dorp, who was in a very good mood, in case you wonder. Click here for squidoo’s thoughts on associations with the color blue, green red, orange . . .
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See what Rotterdammer Fred Vloo and I have in common here, as pointed out by Rick “Old Salt.” Thanks, Rick.