Chase

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.