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So I was just minding my own business, when Eagle Boston , over 99,000 tons dwt and 830′ loa, approached. Like a heron fishing beside the creek, I felt wary, but stayed put as
it zagged to port and
zigged to starboard and I ducked low and
bow watch reported back to the bridge that
all progressed well, since Sisters assisted spot on and
the proper flag flew. When I decided I’d seen Eagle Boston close enough, I left thinking to get solitude, but when I looked over my shoulder from the new location, I felt like a heron from the Powwow River who feels so chased as I try to pass it that it flies forward a few hundred yards, squawking, and
so did I intimidated, pursued, stalked even.
When I landed next I found myself on the starboard side of the Kill and could document from the Responder side as
leviathan passed and
Responder passed and
the full size of the vessel
became apparent as it passed by me again
and . . .
distinction and rules blur. This time the heron in me stayed put and Eagle moved out of sight.
All fotos taken by Will Van dorp.