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Bowsprite hears and transcribes memorable quotes from VHF chatter on the sixth boro; I need to upgrade my radio before I get such plums. So I’ll listen in using other sources.
That’s a very lonely Bohemia among all those barges.
“I prefer winter … when you feel the bone structure of the landscape – the loneliness of it, the dead feeling of winter. Something waits beneath it, the whole story doesn’t show.” Andrew Wyeth
From left to right: Bluefin, Robert Bouchard, and Brandywine.
“Winter is the time of promise because there is so little to do – or because you can now and then permit yourself the luxury of thinking so.” Stanley Crawford
McAllister Responder and Maurania III escort Nordatlantic into Global. “Winter is the season in which people try to keep the house as warm as it was in the summer, when they complained about the heat.” Nice observation from an unknown author
Buchanan 1 departs barges hanging on a mooring near a virtually invisible Bayonne. “The color of winter is in the imagination.” Terri Guillemets
HNSE 211 scrap barge, pushed by an bright blue but invisible Crow, heads for export in the hold of a salty bulker. Over on the Brooklyn side, see the yellow crane of Cove Island. “In a certain faraway land the cold is so intense that words freeze as soon as they are uttered, and after some time then thaw and become audible, so that words spoken in winter go unheard until the next summer.” Plutarch
OK . . . some humor on the way out: “I was just thinking, if it is really religion with these nudist colonies, they sure must turn atheists in the wintertime.” Will Rogers What Will Rogers conjures up is the realization that the mermaid parade 2011 is only about four months away. Seems soon. Mardi Gras is over 30 days away. Seems far.
All fotos by Will Van Dorp, who enjoys winter as much as summer and all the dozens of other seasons we experience in the sixth boro.
Unrelated: To see what happens in Essex, MA, when sleet or snow is flying, click here. Hey, schooners await their appointment with launch.
What happens in the harbor as the sleet flies? The same stuff that always happens. Here Barbara C lighters a tanker aptly named Winter. Off Winter‘s stern, container vessel NordAtlantic arrives, bound for Global. Doubleclick to enlarge and see these today.
Gramma Lee T Moran and Kimberly Turecamo escort bulker Thalassini Axia into Red Hook. And Miss Callie stays fishing.
Here’s a closer-up of Linda Moran framed by the fossilized cranes over by the Red Hook Ikea. Click here to see what was replaced by Ikea’s parking lot . . . ok . . . I should just forget about it maybe?