From Howland Hook to the parking lot at my job takes about 10 minutes. On a clear morning, a quick stop across from the port gives me ballast I need for whatever I might face at work. What I wrote about dawn here a year and a half ago still holds. The ship here is NYK Rigel, which I wrote about here last year. It departed the sixth boro last night after the “tornado.” It spent about a day in Howland Hook after having left Qingdao, Ningbo, and Shanghai … in mid -August. Today, those containers are starting to fan out across the eastern US via truck and rail.
The gantry operator has a fantastic vantage point but a schedule that prevents him from stopping to enjoy it.
I linger across the Kill and watch the light play first here, then there, on
countless surfaces. Differing areas light up almost like the
sounds made by fingers crawling around the keyboard of a piano.
Even later in the day, reduced light is not a deprivation; darkened or even bleached out
light invokes magic.
Here’s a light post from last spring.
All fotos today by Will Van Dorp.