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

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it zagged to port and

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zigged to starboard and I ducked low and

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bow watch reported back to the bridge that

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all progressed well, since Sisters assisted spot on and

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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

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so did I intimidated, pursued, stalked even.

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When I landed next  I found myself on the starboard side of the Kill and could document from the Responder side as

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leviathan passed and

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Responder passed and

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the full size of  the vessel

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became apparent as it passed by me again

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and  . . .

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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.