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I last used this title a half year ago.  I claim no relationship between the fotos other than they were all taken on the sixth boro within the past week or so.

First, a poor quality but intriguing foto of MSC Aniello, a container ship, bound for sea with nary a container above the deck.  Who knows what she carried below?  The white cranes are a mile beyond the vessel in the port of Bayonne.  Does one need a better indicator of economic slowdown?  Aniello as canary in the coal mine?


You may once have ridden in these subway cars now bound for a new life as a reef somewhere offshore.  Click here to read an overheard romance post I wrote about reefing last August.


Check this out as tandem tugging:  Clyde in foreground lashed to Harry McNeal, (to use one of my newest favorite phrases), the yin and yang of indie tugs.


The foto below shows the Mohawk River at Rotterdam Junction, where Onrust may tomorrow splash.  Cross fingers;  hope to post on this tomorrow.


Another poor quality foto taken of Cable Queen just west of the Moran yard in the KVK.  Anyone know her story?


Finally here’s a closer foto of 1930 Elco motor yacht Justice westbound on the East river alongside Roosevelt Island.  I saw Justice last October, but thinking it the replica Manhattan, I didn’t take a foto until it was quite a distance off.

aajustAll fotos, Will Van Dorp.

In writing about our second waterblogger gathering, Soundbounder paid tribute to a a great scientist, inventor, and statesman:  Benjamin Franklin, who spouted profundity on many topics, including beer.   Being more of a oenophile, I’d like to cite what our Sage of the $100 note said about wine: “Take counsel in wine, but resolve afterwards in water.”

Perfect . . . we did take our counsel in beer and wine and resolved to continue our collective efforts to observe, enjoy, and communicate about the waters of sixth boro. The setting was Krevey’s Pier 66, actually a bar/restaurant/club located along with a caboose on a barge in the North River.

In the foto below, from left to right:  Soundbounder, Going Coastal and friends, and A Moveable Bridge and friend.


Bowsprite was still on watch when the meeting got called to order:  notice the VHF and the water bottle.  Some radio prose must have caught Soundbounder’s Matt’s attention.


Fotografers Charlotte and Jerome stopped by.


Patricia, Kaya, and Tugster confab.  Kaya took the image that leads Surfing QE2’s Wake.


Harry and Nancy of  Hudson Kayaker stopped by after paddling and told of the paddling map.

Then a large ship passed with its


unique funnel design and insignia, and changed


the orderly nature of the afternoon.  Soon clothing was rearranged to expose magnificent tattooing like these on  Pino the vintner and Bowsprite and on


Tugster, only some of which were tatted into the skin via Photoshop . . . your guess which.


And some time before dawn, this second irregular gathering of waterbloggers was adjourned, having accomplished all business on the agenda.  ALL.

Fotos here are a commingling of shots by Christina Sun and Will Van Dorp.

Next gathering . . . when it happens.  If you’re inspired to call a meeting at a place and time of your choosing and wish us to publicize and attend, organize it and we will come.  Our only requirement is that setting must be on or near the sixth boro and adjoining waters.

Spring brings farmers and random green-thumbers to the fields, players to the parks and playgrounds, other folks to their gardens and yards, dancers to the streets, old and new vessels to splash into the water, landsmen and fraus to the pierheads, and fishermen and fotograffers for pleasant escapades along the riverbanks.  Boat crews spend more time on deck, where they can see to execute their work and take relief from it.  I last added to this series less than a month ago here.   Crew on Dynamic Express might be out to watch their escort as well as handle line.


Deckhand on Miriam tends line on the h-bitt,


and undoes it as needed.  Notice crewman at helm looking out port window.


Crewman departs Zim San Francisco to rejoin Sisters,


survey craft Wolf River currently has no one out on deck but their equipment lets them see where others can’t anyhow no matter who’s where,


Enjoy the rest of these people on the boro shots:   Marion C. Bouchard,

aapb6Mary Gellatly,




Ruth M.


more Ruth M., which has an angular but interesting stern.


Crewman on the sixth boro might call anywhere home, like this guy on Turkon Line’s Ecem Kalkavan as Taurus moves in with a bunker barge.

aapb10Crewmen from APL Japan prepare bays 54 and 55 to receive 20′ containers.

aaaapb9Actually, it’s time for me to get out there myself.  Later.

Images, WVD.

Bowsprite put up an interesting post recently of shots made sans tripod showing ships passing in the night as some runny ooze (oozy run?), but it’s pretty and she herself makes comparisons with fruitcake, which I like.  But I wish to show here that ships do NOT always pass in the night, do NOT always approach and separate without making a difference or lasting impression.  They also pass in the day, in the effulgence of 10 am springtime warm sun.  Like Zim San Francisco,


Dynamic Express with its orange shimmer on the water that would give Monet inspiration,


Dynamic Express neither upwind nor upriver but surely uplight,


Zim San Francisco uplight,


Atlas Valor being muscled like a heifer on a halter and


struggling back against Rosemary‘s bollard pull,


Azov Sea offloading not unlike a nursing mammal (the young here being IMTT Bayonne,


with crew boat Matthew Scott passing above and Bismark Sea (I think this is a first appearance for Bismark Sea on this blog.) and Turecamo Boys passing below,


and Jo Ask of


somewhat web-secretive Jo Tankers.


Some interesting statistics on the decline in shipping demand and prices can be had in this article from a recent issue of the New York Times.

Remember . . . ships do NOT only pass in the night.  I prefer mine in daylight, if I might choose.

Photos, WVD.

I’m most interested in the surface painted black, but that neck goes upward forever . . . or at least high enough to almost scrape the underside of the Bayonne Bridge.  Well . . .


okay, I exaggerate a quite a bit.  See Bronze 3 for the upper wheelhouse, but when JoAnne came off the ways in 1970 as DAD III, no tower stood there.  DAD expands to Doucet & Adams, Inc., Galliano, La.  Reinauer acquired the vessel around 1979-1980, when JoAnne looked as shown below.

The upper wheelhouse was added as shown, and she kept this profile until her conversion last year.  A bonus interest about the foto below is the setting:  Erie Basin as Ikea was beginning its radical surgery;  compare with the second foto here.


From the same era and thanks to Bill Lynch, here JoAnne III heads westbound off South Street Seaport.


Here’s a parting shot of Joanne III in her current state.  Why is the mid-section of her hull bulked up as it is, no walkway?  The massive size there brings to mind the sides of the ironclad Merrimack aka CSS Virginia.


Fotos 2 and 3 come compliments of Harold E. Tartell.  Thanks Harold.  Fotos 1 and 5 by Will Van Dorp.

Remember Saturday 3 pm, Pier 66 for a drink . . . with what waterbloggers wash up.

It’s been a while since I’ve followed these color threads.  Here’s Maroon 2.  Below, looking past the barge and the bow of sad Phillip T. Feeney towards the Moran New York home base, Miriam and Gramma Lee T Moran obscure the Moran ATB’s name.  Scott Turecamo mayhaps?


On this rainy morning last week–all mornings last week seemed rainy–Gramma Lee T Moran heads back to home base.  Those are the cliffs of Jersey City, not Manhattan, in the background.


Here’s a slightly different angle back at home base.


And the morning (about 7 am) light–or absence of it–makes Lee T more ominous.  Unrelated:  Bowsprite, devoted student of AIS as well as VHF, observes that Lee T shows up here as a Haitian vessel.  What!??


Here’s another shot of Miriam Moran, with Lauritzen tanker Dan Eagle in the background.


More Moran and more fleets soon.

All fotos by Will Van Dorp.

First this, . . . from a certain waterblogger I tandempost with,  about a Saturday gathering.

The Dann Ocean towing boat below bore no identifying info.  At first I wondered if it was Allie B returned from Romania, but it seemed smaller than Allie B.  An erudite reader helped me identify it.  Answer follows.


Here’s another shot, with Dorothy Elizabeth on the Staten Island side.


I posted Outrageous a year ago here moving a barge on the hip westbound on the East River.   Just today, thanks to Bob Beegle on the tugboats yahoo group I learned it’s the ex-Maya “built in 1981 by Dravo Steelship for Apex Towing Company (Apex Oil), as a shallow draft tug capable of working both inland and coastal waters and fitted with both steering and flanking rudders.  Reportedly very maneuverable.”  Great name, unusual profile.


Brian Nicholas 1966 (ex-Banda Sea, Jenna B., Bunker Tide, Dad II)  pushes


a scow.  Note:  Dad is an acronym.  Expansion comes tomorrow.


Approaching is Dorothy Elizabeth 1951! (ex-Gotham and Christine Gellatly) with its unmistakeable color scheme.


And we’ll end as we started with a Dann Ocean Towing boat . . .  but this one is identified:  Thomas Dann 1975 (ex-Yabucoa Service, Yabucoa, Yabucoa Sun), named for a town in southeastern Puerto Rico.


Here’s another shot of Thomas Dann.


So if you identified that first boat as Comet, you’d be right.  Thanks to Harold E. Tartell for the ID.  I ran a foto of Comet here a year ago.

Photos, WVD.

Last night I put up the quickest best post I could, but after sleep and distance, I want to modify and expand.  First, to follow on the birth/berth analogy, Onrust will emerge from its place of gestation as we all should…  feet first . . . if you consider the rudder as a steering foot, of course.

Also, my fotos tend not to show people, but masses are involving themselves in this labor of love these days to meet the splash deadline:  noise of machines traditional and “power” and hubbub of discussion and direction giving.  The tempo has palpably quickened, that too I suppose like the pulse of creatures approaching labor and delivery.


This aft-looking shot shows the location of the engine; this spot corresponds roughly to where Elizabeth stands in the last foto of this post.


The drawing below illustrates location of rudder, tiller, and said engine.


With horsepower–or Deere power in this case–comes controls, soon mostly concealed behind fine cabinetry.


Tail shaft emerges and


will spin this prop, my hat showing scale.


Most power, though, will be generated by the sail to be bent onto the spars . . . once the mast are stepped, stayed, etc.


Speaking of sterns and such, I couldn’t NOT be distracted by the shapely haunch lines of the bowspr er . . . bow creature, a swimming lioness.  That curve is NOT feline, nor is the hair.  Might it be that a lonely sailor on watch in another era might periodically glance at that anatomical curve and think fondly of someone far away . . . I mean really.


Onrust . . .  the transition . . . to be blogged here as soon as it happens.  Soon, soon . . .  May 20.

Photos, WVD.

Unrelated:  Tugster and a few friends will be hanging out at Krevey’s (Pier 66) on Saturday May 16 from 3 pm.  Drop by to chat, plot, scheme, and laugh . . . especially laugh.  Come by land or sixthboro.  I may even buy a round.

My last of several Onrust posts was in December.  My first was almost a year and a half ago.  And several happened in between.  Don’t take my word for it, but a unique community has grown in the process of building this replica, a really unique community.  And Onrust–meaning restless– is more restless than even, given that we find ourselves at T-minus nine days before splash.  So if you’re interested in volunteering a day or two . . . .  read the end.  The figurehead … the vessel … has outgrown its womb–or chrysalis.  The vessel is ready to be berthed!


Splash day is May 20 in Rotterdam Junction, New York, Mabee Farm.  In less than a fortnight, this made-to-order shed will be empty, its raison d’etre having left for the fluid, and for a June 6 rendezvous in the sixth boro, Manhattan.


To the right of the hull is the port leeboard–or zwaarde–ready to be made function.


Anti-fouling paint covers the portion that’ll go underwater, and primer now covers the portion of hull to be polychromatic.


The rudder measures about 10 feetish  top to bottom.  By the way, the clearing behind the volunteers was made as perch for the splash-crane on May 20.  Unseen about 50′ behind the volunteers is the Mohawk River.


Vessel designer Gerald de Weerdt here takes measurements today to attach rudder to hull via pintles and gudgeons.


And the figurehead, poking through the plastic walls of the chrysalis certainly communicates that Onrust IS restless, a kicking foetus.


If you can donate some time in the next week and a bit, call Greta:

Greta Wagle
Onrust Project Director
C 518 -248 -1395
W 518- 439-2096
Fax 518 -439-4052

It’s an opportunity to become part of this unique community.  All fotos taken today by Will Van Dorp.

PS:  When Onrust splashes on May 20, a tug will be in the Mohawk to “receive” it.

I can’t believe nearly two years have passed since I last did a red tug post.  In truth, I should call this double-white-ring-on-red-stack fleet, because I mean McAllister.


Imagine all the trucks, all the stuff, unexpected stuff comes in containers from across the seas.   And to get it off loaded .  . . a process that begins EVEN before all the docking lines are secured, I’ve noticed.


Sisters strains, but


Ellen, with her black smoke, does the visual equivalent of a grunt, and the ship, all dozens of thousands of tons, slips compliantly toward the dock at just the right vector.


All fotos by Will Van Dorp, who changed his mind about a “blotus,”   blogging hiatus.

And yes, I’m upriver, Onrust country, where I find that the farther one gets from the sixth boro, the moro the sixth boro shows its having permeated far and wide.  Upriver fotos next week.

By the way, more on this soon, but PLAN to be in Rotterdam Junction on May 20 for the Onrust splash!!

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