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Surprises can be ranked in degrees. Here was a surprise . . . people walking way up on the Bayonne Bridge back in 2011. Ditto here I was looking into a hot tub on the stern of a scrap-carrying bunker (photo#7).
The surprises in this post emerge slowly.
This PCTC has been on this blog before, as has Kirby Moran.
That it’s called Don Juan was surprising the first time I saw it, but this line names some of its vessels after characters from opera, so Don Juan fits.
But the detail below–just forward of the radomes– blew me away. In fact, when I took the photo, I had no idea what it was, maybe some netting, I imagined. But a painted-on bower? Or is it painted on . . . maybe it’s real bougainvillea? Is there a Don Juan aboard who uses this as his love nest? Here’s stanza XVIII from Lord Byon’s epic Don Juan Canto 1:
Perfect she was, but as perfection is
Insipid in this naughty world of ours,
Where our first parents never learned to kiss
Till they were exiled from their earlier bowers,
Where all was peace, and innocence, and bliss,[b]
(I wonder how they got through the twelve hours),
Don José, like a lineal son of Eve,
Went plucking various fruit without her leave.
Next . . . even stranger, I think. See TS Kennedy over next to the GMD Graving Dock and Anthem of the Seas out beyond that? Surprise?
A giraffe?! !@#!
Maybe it’s an amusement. Maybe it’s a stand-in for emergency drills? I went looking and found out about Gigi.
All photos by Will Van Dorp.