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I’ve mentioned before that this is my miscellaneous category, although “everything” you pull out of your line locker or junk drawer is important for something, “miscellany” sounds dismissive.
Here’s how this post works: I’ll put in no comment until the second time through. Starting with the one below, see the man face mostly down in the small craft sculling with right hand. See the “cannon” forward, recoil preventer in place?
I’d meant to include this a few weeks ago, but forgot.
And here . . . notice a splash of color where often you’d just read a phrase like “safety first” or “no smoking”? Ice waters below and
lock walls here.
“Yes!! I beat the ship,” thought he. But why’s he blowing the horn so much, a**hole!!@#, thought he.
And finally . . . ever stop into a Wawa for coffee? I’ll get back to that.
Reprise time. See the gun there? I paced it out at about nine feet long. It’s a punt gun, formerly used by “market hunters” in a host of flyways, including locally along Long Island. I finally visited the New York State Museum in Albany recently, and this is one of the displays. Much more about punt guns and sneak boxes here.
And the painting on the forward side of the superstructure, here’s more on that CSL project to commemorate the 150th anniversary of the creation of an independent Canadian confederation. And if you ever wonder what the francophone Canadians call the “Canada goose,” it’s a bernache du Canada.
And that SUP racing to cross the river in front of a ship! It’s that season, and soon conditions like those that created a near-fatal incident last summer will present themselves again. Don’t be a statistic! Here’s James Berman’s article from Workboat magazine with the “wheelhouse perspective.”
And Wawa, I’d read this and let it slip through my fingers. They are having an ATB unit built. Nah . . . not to transport coffee, which is sold at their midAtlantic convenience store gas stations. I’m wondering what they’ll call it . . . Wawa One? Wawa Wanna cuppa? Watuppa?
All photos here by Will Van Dorp, who wishes you a happy and peaceful day..
I don’t care that it’s February, but the number of subsequent days with temperatures over 50 degrees in the sixth bor0 tells me it is spring–or has been.
Notice the difference between Severn and Fort Schuyler? Here proximity highlights the difference in height of the upper wheelhouse,
but Severn is of the 4200 hp class and fort Schuyler, the 3000.
Ah, the line and boom boats.
Joan is one of the Moran “giraffe” boats and see HR Otter?
She reminds me of the long gone Odin.
Here’s a closer-up of the HR Otter, a name that immediately conjures up Kenneth Grahame.
Some different pairs are possible here, and they’d be the same.
See the pair there?
a pair of hands. Is there a word for the painted design centered on the bow of some vessels, like figureheads but not?
Hope they clap for mardi gras!
All photos by Will Van Dorp.
A news story I read this morning prompts this continuing of the critters series. I link to the story at the end of this post. All the following photos I’ve taken since September, and filed away until I feel there’s a story. Let’s start here in a New Jersey marsh creek,
go to the North Fork,
more of the KVK,
still more there,
and finally to the freshwater in the Erie Canal.
All critter photos by Will Van Dorp.
To clarify this title, the first post in the series has a lead photo showing a map of our journey broken into legs marked by pins. Legs 4 through 6 took us from Waterford, shown below, to Oswego.
Urger stood by all spiffed up for the steamboat festival.
Erie Canal Cruises accommodated sightseers eastbound toward lock E18.
Tender 4, the electric motor vessel, assisted in a dredge project.
Tug Erie tied up at the end of the work day.
Here’s the cutterhead of one dredge.
Lucy H returned light past Rome, NY.
Never have I seen so
many bald eagles. This one is banded.
And leg 6 ended in Oswego.
All photos by Will Van Dorp, who will post again when able.
Click here to scan the many posts with KVK in the title. Here’s a new one inspired by arrivals that had many folks, aship and ashore, paying attention.
Wavertree is suddenly and lavishly being regaled with sights of 21st century merchant vessels
and crew from all over the world are paying attention.
And a mile farther east, at the old gypsum dock, tugboats like Laura K Moran and
Stephen B pass.
If you want to read a good book about when and how the US took possession of Eagle, read Captain Gordon McGowan’s The Skipper and the Eagle. The book has an introduction by Peter Stanford, a foreword by Alan Villiers, and the journey starts out from NYC’s own LaGuardia.
I have many more closeups of the barque; maybe
Here Swallow Ace crew check out an Eagle.
The long street on the landside of this portion of the Kills is called Richmond Terrace. For photos and explanation of what is and used to be there, click here and here, from the ever fascinating forgotten-by.com. Click here to see an image of a square rigger bulk carrier docked in front of Windsor Plaster Mills, now an Eastern Salt facility, in its heyday.
All photos by Will Van Dorp.
As you know, today is the first full day of spring, and this morning roar man looked like this.
My neighborhood looked like this, and
a local shipyard looked like this, with snow obscuring the name entirely or
But lest you think I’m glum . . . my day blossomed as soon as I saw
this . . . juices–at least orange juice–flowing, infusing by the ton into the port. And this . . .
new life–at least a vessel new to me in the sixth boro. Welcome Josephine K. Miller.
And you guy below and friends, you gotta go.
All photos by Will Van Dorp. Snow obscured tug is of course Little Toot, only recently employed in North river icebreaking.
Lots of herons hunt for fish from the locks, but they fly away as a boat appears. This one, however, may have thought himself fleet
footed enough to play ostrich.
The parrot that share an apartment with me stretches each morning before flying; ospreys . . . it appears . . . do the same, especially
if they transport meals like this.
Final shot for today . . . the four-point buck here just about to find footing and camouflage on the north bank.
All photos here taken by Will Van Dorp, who has access to wifi AND a more contemporary computer tonight.
In my favorite field guide to birds, there’s a section devoted to “exotics,” species you may observe in the Northeast but which are not indigenous to this region; some of these birds got here as stowaways and others are pets escaped or released into the wild. As I think about “tugster: the project,” I imagine an exotic category as well. There is tjalk Livet here and here (scroll through). Also, there is Golden Re’al here.
And what this has to do with the card below will become evident. First, notice the vessel name Marine Trader, the second word “bumboat” in the subtitle, and name of the president, father to the author.
Click the photo below and scroll through to see info on the man in the 1921 Chevy AND his connection to the vessel below.
Which leads me to this exotic.
The port of registry painted on the stern AND the landmarks in the background will locate these photos.
That bell is from neither New York nor Duluth.
But the helm seems vintage late 1930s.
The repurposed interior is warm and light. Click here to compare the current art studio interior with what it used to be in Duluth.