Twas the eve of Christmas Eve, and straight through my many layers of clothes, the wind was howling, starting a process like anesthesia. Escort came in unescorted or unescorting. . . no money or sport in that! And no warmth at all did she offer me!
No hesitation or expectation in either party when she passed Zim Haifa or Nordstrength, only a sliver of bow visible. Big as a vessel like Zim Haifa is, she has only about a third the capacity of the largest boxships now dashing across the oceans. Witness MSC Danit.
MSC Levina raced in, and a portion of the crew seemed delighted enough to see New York by brilliant sunlight that they ignored the 20 degrees (-6 C) temperature with bone-numbing wind.
I love below freezing light.
Another container ship Maersk Wisconsin came in, and I hope these precariously perched parcels did NOT contain the new paintboxes purchased by a certain presently unplugged painter seeking solace in warmer climes.
By this time, hypothermia had started to wreak havoc enough with my judgement that I considered this must be a hallucination.
All fotos by Will Van Dorp.