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O . . . oil, petrOleum, fuel, which I’m guessing is the sixth boro’s most valuable cargo; not to say sand, rock, scrap, cement lack value. Wonder fuel of the past 150 or so years, thanks to what Edwin Drake started. But what will power home and industry and what cargo will hold greatest value 150 years from now, or a hundred, or fifty, twenty.
Tankers move crude in, and other tankers move petroleum products both in . . . and out. We export petroleum products –like diesel–due to relative refining capacity, but I’ve no clue where Stena Performance goes when she leaves the Kills for sea.
Adriatic Sea, southbound on the Hudson near Bear Mountain Bridge, pushes what might be petroleum or might be ethanol.
When a tanker comes into this terminal on the KVK, they hook into hoses like these.
Here’s the whole set. Is there a technical term for these, both individual hoses and the entire set?
Scorship King Douglas, exactly a year old, came in this morning, but it hardly seems loaded to capacity. Why not? Tug is Rowan M McAllister.
When Eagle Atlanta came in, she seemed deeper in the water than King Douglas, but maybe both were to capacity. Tug is Marjorie B McAllister.
What was uncomfortable about writing this post is all the unknowns, and I know I don’t know a lot related to oil. Yet, my daily life could not happen without oil. Very few people on the face of the Earth can say they are totally free of a reliance on oil. It’s an amazing admission, given that it’s a finite resource. Yet, I think I can safely say that most of us don’t know much about the source, international supply and refining chain, and transportation of items in their lives stemming from petroleum. Like the gas I put in my car today, I’ve no clue where it lay in the Earth for hundreds of hundreds of thousands of years before–relatively recently–it started the journey toward the gas tank of my car. And the oil that refining transformed into plastics and chemicals in my house, which pocket beneath the surface did that come from? If I burned wood to run a steam engine, I might at least know which tree I cut to get this nice hot fire, but oil . . . not a hint. And it all bothers me because I’d like to know.
Metaphorically, oil as fuel and lubricant . . . it’s potent stuff, without which, nothing good happens.
All fotos by Will Van Dorp.
Unrelated to this post, but go back to “Meditations M” . . . on masts. Les Sonnenmark labeled almost all the units on Yankee‘s mast. Can anyone help with the topmost one?
N . . . nudge. A little touch goes a long way, especially on low-gravity days. Marjorie B. McAllister nudges self-unloading bulker Atlantic Superior away from the dock where Alice sometimes offloads.
Margaret Moran tails MSC Ancona, ready to drive the stern to starboard for the bend in the KVK. Is that graffiti on the base of the mustard-colored stack?
Miriam Moran shadows Carnival Miracle, white sheet in place on the bow fendering, in case the passenger vessel needs a smither of propelling as she eases into the dock.
Gramma Lee T. Moran trails Ever Refine, lest some thrust is called for.
Marie Turecamo, wedged under the flaring bow of MSC Endurance, stands by to shove as needed to keep the hull in the channel.
Nudge . . . I can do do it; as I can guide or shove. And . . I need nudges myself sometimes, maybe even often. Of course, many gradations of pressure–lateral or longitudinal– exist from almost imperceptible to measurable on the Richter scale. It’s been a bunch of decades since I last shoved someone with testosterone rage. Nudges may range from super-tactile to mildly-so to verbal to even non-verbals. Non-verbals are my favorite, although I’m as fond of mock-combat as the next randy boy, so shove me if you wish; just keep a smile on your face, and don’t be surprised if I shove you back. Oh . . . and you’re near water . . . soft wet landings make me jolly. Nudge when it’s consensual . . like the 1980’s dance called the “bump.” Nudging and bumping have their place; it could never happen here though, atop the future pedestrian bridge in Poughkeepsie.
But then again, I’m jollier when we just team up with no nudging required.
All fotos by Will Van Dorp.