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When I headed out this morning, blues as I had written about them here a quarter year ago had no place in my consciousness but tell me this: were my eyes malfunctioning or is this not the most disarming set of blues ever painted onto a ship? These blues set off Laura K. Moran‘s pure beet red. And, as if that were not enough, a second
blue ship, different hue, came along too, tailed by Margaret Moran.
Minerva tankers are typically black with the owl logo, unlike Minerva Joanna. That’s Patapsco in the distance.
Aegir (436′ x 64′) is junior as container ships go, but check out the top of her load.
In from Sweden, maybe that’s where Joanna grew her disarming blues,
It’s a Caterpillar D6R. Do we import these now?
Those blues really set off the colors and angles on Laura K.
Doesn’t Richmond Terrace here seem tropical?
What outatowner would imagine the shore off to the left of the foto lies within the confines of New York City? Catch the Staten Island end of the Bayonne Bridge (my logo) off to the right side of the foto.
Partner tug to Laura K. is Miriam, of course. Oh, and it’s Tzoanna.
All fotos taken by Will Van Dorp, who was in a very good mood, in case you wonder. Click here for squidoo’s thoughts on associations with the color blue, green red, orange . . .
Check out NYC:The Blog here.
See what Rotterdammer Fred Vloo and I have in common here, as pointed out by Rick “Old Salt.” Thanks, Rick.
Earth . . . crushed rocky pieces of it . . . and
fire . . . at least its most widespread fuel . . . move through the sixth boro all hours of day and night. Franklin Reinauer approaches as Evening Mist distances. Both earth and fire are essential
not only in the hinterland but also
in the metropolis to build and run. Robert IV pushes the scow above.
Rock seems to head every which way, here Captain Zeke pushes through the Buttermilk into the East River.
Here Evening Tide spins Barge No. 262 into a berth along the Red Hook waterfront. Now, identifying those buildings . . . starting from the tall ships at South Street Seaport at lower left: Verizon Building; Conde Nast (41, with antenna); Met Life (42) with Bank of America Tower (4) right behind it; Empire State building, of course; Met Life Tower (106); New York Life, with elongated gold pyramid; Con Edison Building. I’m not sure what the green-pyramid-tipped building behind the Con Ed Building is . Also, notice schooner Pioneer in the lower right corner of the foto. The numbers in parentheses denote rank among tallest buildings in the US.
A water train of aggregate pushes past the ventilator for the Brooklyn Battery Tunnel.
Charles D. McAllister assists Evening Tide get the barge into the berth. In the background are the Manhattan-side Tower of Brooklyn Bridge; Chrysler Building (6); Citigroup Center (22); and (just behind Evening Tide’s upper wheelhouse) Trump World Tower.
Aegean Sea pushes empty rock scows past 1 New York Plaza, Manhattan’s southernmost skyscraper aka gratte-ciel. The ferry terminals (at water level, left and right) have boats leaving for Staten Island and less frequently for Governors Island.
Which brings us to the elephant in the elevator, so to speak, the ongoing issuing of liquid mineral in the Gulf of Mexico. Lincoln Sea, below, is pushing DBL 140, so-named because its capacity is 140,000 barrels. Current estimates of the spill daily flow rate range from 5000 to 70,000 barrels; i.e., one of these barges full every two days for the top end of this range. It may be hard to judge the dimensions of DBL 140: 504′ loa x 78′ x 37.’
Brooklyn has its own lingering spill under Newtown Creek: over 500,000 barrels of petroleum products. See an article from today’s Times here.
Read Oil-Electric’s post on MV Joe Griffin‘s cargo here. Keep in mind that a common feature among all the buildings identified in this post is the inability to open their windows or (easily) do a walk-up. One implication is that all of them are air-conditioned, i.e., unbearable and practically unscalable without electricity.
Thinking about the spill got me to reread Lisa Margonelli’s Oil on the Brain today: some stats from her book include … about 7000 fuel tanker truck accidents since 2000 leaving 49 people dead and (from the National Academy of Science, 2002) “drivers and (recreational) boaters spill more oil every year than the Exxon Valdez (11 million gallons); leaking oil from cars and trucks and two-stroke engines adds nearly 19 million gallons to waterways and the sea every year.” I presume that means in the US.
All fotos taken this week by Will Van Dorp.
Niz C. Gisclair, (2003, 66′ loa) an infrequent visitor to the sixth boro, last appeared here in this blog in 2007. Some buildings to identify: one with greenish pyramid cap just to the left of the Statue has the pretentious name of One Worldwide Plaza and the towers to the left of that is the Times Warner Center.
Marquette Transportation Company Offshore uses Jacques Marquette in a canoe as a stack logo. Note the knotted rope ladder manrope aka monkey line for egress from the wheelhouse. (Jed–thanks fer the correction.)
Similarly, I don’t recall seeing Colleen McAllister, solo, here in a long time.
Here Colleen meets Gramma Lee T. Moran, about to back down Rigel.
Dorothy J, ex-Angela M, 1982, about the same loa as Niz C,
shows off the Henry Marine logo.
Falcon heads up the East River. More East River architecture tomorrow, once I figure out some the lesser-known buildings.
Ross Sea in morning honeyed 7 am light heads for an assist.
Stephanie Dann wrestles with a scow in a 25 mph cross wind.
Sassafras hangs off the bulkhead at Howland Hook.
Virtual twins . . . Elk River brings bunker barge beside Zim Moskva with assist from Sassafras after
Sassafras is mystified by the runabout aka runaround.
Shannon Dann heads into the Arthur Kill to hang off the “dock” in Elizabeth until
the next job. I like the clean white winch.
All fotos this week by Will Van Dorp.
Small working craft serve a host of functions, as observed in the fotos below. I witnessed an interesting gesture involving the New Jersey State Police below, which gave me great respect for the trooper at the helm. You’ll have to scroll through to the bottom to learn what happened, though.
OK, so this is probably not a work boat today, but deep down inside its skin it’s still a 1929 Coast Guard self-righting lifeboat, and I’d see its function as raising the spirit of its owner . . . it would surely raise mine if I were galloping about on clear days in it.
But so many other functions are played by small craft in a harbor like the sixth boro that sees almost constant traffic of nearly 1000-footers. Clean-ups,
surveying aka reading the invisible contours of the old river’ thoughts, (In foreground is SSG-577 aka Growler, hardly deterring the approach of an unidentified but intrepid orange survey boat that has appeared on this blog previously.)
and more clean-ups,
assisting in dock construction as platforms and –very important–catcher of dropped tools.
That’s it for now. So, the story of the State Trooper. While I watched NYK Rigel getting backed out to sea on Thursday, I saw this small RIB boat racing northbound on the Arthur Kill, not an unusual sight. Inexplicably (to me) the trooper throttled back. I had seen a speck in the water just at that moment, but it was too small to make out. After a quarter minite or so, the trooper throttled back up and disappeared into Newark Bay. As the speck approached my position, I began to distinguish two Canada geese, swimming quite slowly toward me. Then, there was something between the two. There it was . . . two goose parents with two goslings, the tiniest Canadas I have ever seen. I know that not everyone is thrilled by Canadas or any other goose or duck proliferation, but my hat goes off to the trooper for spotting them and making to effort to not swamp the young’uns. There should be an sixth boro version of Make Way for the Ducklings, in which all manner of shipping from small craft to tankers to tugboats can put the deadlines aside to . . . make way.
I’ll leave it to you to wonder whether I got too much sun yesterday.
All fotos by Will Van Dorp.
Related: Scroll this joan sol’s post here and watch the video on trying to capsize a well-designed and constructed small craft.
Very general backstory: NYK Rigel (965′ x 105′ and 4800 teu) entered service in Spring 2009. See fotos of engine. Named for a star in Orion’s foot in Western conceptualization but equally fascinating cultural significance (رجل الجبار,参宿七,Yerrerdet-kurrk) among star-watchers of other cultures and our own.
I first saw NYK Rigel on my way to work Thursday. The foto above taken around 7 am; I then turned around and took the foto below (That’s Irish Sea pushing DBL 103 with Ross Sea as assist; MSC Carla [I believe] headed for sea in the way background.) looking in the general direction of the sun.
Two minutes later, Irish Sea passes, disturbing the calm reflections. NYK Rigel had arrived in port around dusk Wednesday, having left Shanghai about a month earlier.
By the time I return to my vantage point on Howland Hook around 3 pm for break, tons has happened (literally), the chaplain’s red van of the Seafarers & International House has just left, and Gramma Lee T. Moran drops off the pilot. This can mean only one thing.
Catherine Turecamo is the other half of the backing-down team.
When the “all clear” sounds, Gramma Lee T. muscles the stern away from the dock, azimuth thrusters sending water
racing in the opposite
I realize how lucky I am to spend my break time here today, seeing this
departure with the cliffs of Manhattan in the way background. Backing down (or out) is a must here since Rigel is too long to turn around until just off Bergen Point, where she did in fact spin counterclockwise on her way out to sea.
Catherine works the bow as
needed. It’s just another day’s
work for some; the best place to take a break for me.
And as I drove along the Belt Parkway headed home five hours later, NYK Rigel was headed outbound (for Norfolk, I think) just south of the Verrazano Bridge. I decided not to stop for fotos. End of my infinitesimally short story. Some other perspectives I’d love to hear relate to the pilot, the tug crews, the chaplain, NYK Rigel‘s crew, pilot boat crew, the families of all those folks . . . along the esplanade.
Hope you enjoy the fotos ( by Will Van Dorp) as much as I enjoyed my two stops yesterday. Work went well too.
About a year ago, I also documented a “backing down” here.
Oh . . . yes I know Alice was in town, but she’s playing so hard to get that I feel discouraged.
No matter that Padre Island might be the sixth boro’s version of Sisyphus . . . or an enormous vacuum cleaner/wet vac, no matter . . . I’m always happy to see the trailing suction hopper dredge (TSHD), especially up close. The northeast corner of Staten Island looks remarkable uninhabited, an illusion to be sure.
I guess this is the front dischange head. See a video of this attachments to this head used for “rainbowing” here. (Correction/crossout made here thanks to SeaBart.)
the suction pipe, like arm and hand. See a trove of dredge images here.
As she passed by this week, I was surprised how much noise came from her 3000 hp propulsion. And how speedy she was. Was there ever sail-powered dredging? What artifacts get sucked up and dumped during the dredging process? I know progress calls, but what stuff otherwise treasured gets missed? What fauna gets sucked up? Was Oliver Evans‘ steamer Oruktor Amphibolos, “Amphibious Digger,” really the beginning of dredging?
All fotos Will Van Dorp.
Many thanks to Matt of Soundbounder for the heads up and to Lori of Jarvis House and Garden for use of these fotos. As of this post time Wednesday, LV-112 Nantucket has just seen its first sunrise in Boston after languishing for eight years in Oyster Bay, hoping there to become a museum but facing the ever-approaching scrapper. Leaving the dock, she escapes the scrapyard fate this past Monday morning,
ready to dance with a tug named
Arrival in Boston was 3 pm Tuesday.
Here are some fascinating lightship links, starting with this one featuring dramatic art of LV-117 Nantucket rammed by RMS Olympic on May 15, 1934. Scroll all the way through and you’ll see info on LV-112 including that it spent 1942–1945 painted gray and patrolling off Maine. Also, an address is given there if you wish to contribute to the preservation effort. Amesbury, MA . . . my favorite waters, the Pow Wow River flows through Amesbury!
Here’s a story from today’s Boston Globe.
Here are some tugster links: WLV-612, 18 Lightships, and my own confusion. And of course . . . winter/summer solstice and my summer hangout . . . Frying Pan, rendered here in this exquisite drawing by . . . bowsprite!
Thanks again, Lori and Matt.
Basic foto blog today: Miss Gill against the salt dock with Jose Stream …er … across the stream. As of this morning, Stream is headed for . . . Gulf of Mexico.
Patapsco in notch with Elk River having just given an assist.
Robert IV pushes a Hughes barge with a Vergona crane.
Check out the yellow truckable tug on the barge? I don’t know that one.
A last shot of the small yellow tug with Curtis Reinauer (house up) in the background.
American Legion films us (my screen test?) as we pass; Timothy L. Reinauer in the background.
OSG Vision is still in the boro; compare freeboard at stern with three people in the small orange boat. Also, that Thomas J. Brown pushing past with stone.
Another shot of OSG Vision, and
yet another, this one showing Volunteer (air draft 114′) again. I’m positioned here closer to Volunteer.
Crushed stone in the foreground and the scrap piles of Clermont in the background (Jersey City), where Marillion (ex-World Trader I).
loads. I wonder if there are any cut-up tugs on those scrap piles. Has Privateer been located?
And all this is just two hours or so of my meanderings around the tiny bits of the sixth boro.
All fotos by will Van Dorp.
Rain kept me from taking the ferry the morning of the crash. If I had, I’m not sure I’d have been on the one that left Whitehall at 9, but I could have been. My wishes for speedy and complete healing to those hurt. That’s Andrew J. Barberi left and (I believe) Spirit of America right.
Some surprises came out of the incident and this NYTimes article Sunday morning: Barberi has a Voith-Schneider propulsion system! I did two posts about a tug named Orion with this “egg-beater” drive here and here back in 2008. When I hunted deeper, I found that four other ferries have the same propulsion: Molinari, Newhouse, Noble, and Austen! Click links for their namesakes; start with Austen and work back.
Looking still farther, I learned that Barberi was not the original name for the boat. Aldo Moro was. Do you remember his fame and fate? What’s not clear is when the switch in names was made.
I’ve wanted to use this quote a long time . . I guess today works: “The only real voyage of discovery consists not in seeing new landscapes, but in having new eyes, in seeing the universe with the eyes of another, of hundreds of others, in seeing the hundreds of universes that each of them sees.” Marcel Proust said that. I’m working on new eyes every day; prop wash that I see each time this passenger approaches the ferry dock never suggested Voith-Schneider drives to me. Who knew?
All fotos by Will Van Dorp.