I’m deep in the “fog of travel,” a phrase I learned from David Hindin. So only the facts, here:
Crescent’s Alabama.
Marquette’s Blake Denton and Ingram Barge’s David G. Sehrt, sporting her triple stacks.
Silver Fox motivated (I think) by Todd G.
BW Havis, as seen from Algiers.
Anna Victoria pushing heavy against the current painted with silt from a dozen of so Midwest farm states extending all the way to Montana,.
Traffic moves all day and night, just like the bon temps in Nola.
And . . . just the facts . . . some legendary aquatic creature doing the nola hula for a sea-bound MSC Nederland.
All fotos by Will Van Dorp. More soon.
If you didn’t see it yesterday, check out bowsprite’s nola.
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March 19, 2012 at 4:04 pm
justin
Looks like the Ralph is almost ready to return to service
March 19, 2012 at 9:21 pm
Andy
She looks good with her new pins.
March 19, 2012 at 4:09 pm
starbuck5250
It’s early for the mer-parade!
March 19, 2012 at 4:13 pm
Anonymous
and the water, recently melted snow from the upper great plains, was quite cold.
March 20, 2012 at 3:47 am
David Hindin
Mermaid, was there a missed opportunity to appear in the preceeding shot, with “you are beautiful” tag already there?

March 20, 2012 at 4:26 am
eastriver
Fearless mer-parade! Sneering at the bull sharks and alligators…
March 19, 2012 at 6:55 pm
David Hindin
“fog of travel”: I appreciate the call out.
I can take no credit for the originating the phrase.
Lots of Google references, but none that I would have seen and “lifted” from.
The dearly missed (for his lexicographical skills) William Safire would have put it to bed. An example, if the New York Times will let you in, is here:
http://www.nytimes.com/2001/11/18/magazine/the-way-we-live-now-11-18-01-on-language-fog-of-war.html
and in case you missed him:
http://www.nytimes.com/2009/09/28/us/28safire.html
or here
http://www.buffalonews.com/deaths/local-obituaries/article14628.ece
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