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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.
There are birds . . . . like (?) this winter plumage loon and
this common merganser male. And
there are birds . . . here. The rest of these photos come from Brian DeForest.
What I’d still like to see this winter is one of these, though.
Many thanks to Brian DeForest for these photos.
Here was the first time I used this title, which clearly needs to be used again.
Let me start here at 13:38. Note from far to near, or black hull to black hull . . . Cartagena, Four Sky with Lee T Moran, Red Hook, and Genco Knight.
Twin Tube slides through the opening between Bow Kiso and Genco Knight.
Even the bow of Genco Knight is crowded as their vessel prepares to dock and resupply the salt depot.
Kimberly Turecamo works the bulk carrier’s stern as Evening Star passes with B. No. 250.
Add McAllister Girls in the foreground and Ellen McAllister in the distance against the blue hull, which will appear a bit later.
McCrews heads westbound and Four Sky now seems to be doing the same.
Are you out of breath yet? Only 10 minutes has elapsed.
Linehandler 1 cruises blithely through it, supremely self-assured.
Cheyenne adds color.
Another line handler boat scouts out the set up . . . as a new blue hull arrives from the west, as
. . . does Charles D. McAllister.
Crew on the blue hull–Nord Observer–stows lines as they head for tropical heat, escorted
by Catherine Turecamo although
at the turn on the Con Hook range they meet Mare Pacific heading in with Joan Turecamo and Margaret Moran. At this point . . .
14:12 . . . the mergansers decided to hightail it . . . or at least follow their crests. And I hadn’t even turned around yet to see the congestion on land behind me.
All these photos in a very short time by Will Van Dorp.
My thanks to Brian DeForest and Atlantic Salt, whom Genco Knight was arriving to restock.
Along this stretch of . . . bird habitat, Meow man has signed in . . .
and an official boat might just be verifying the authenticity.
Meanwhile, I’m just over two miles off the center of the VZ Narrows bridge . . . doing some of my own verifying. Those round objects . . . half a dozen of them . . . are they . . .
. . . could they be . . see that one splash . . .
harbor seals? This one seems to negotiate for that rock with . . . a ruddy turnstone . . . ?
See the press release here for the NYC Audubon tours here.
Read here about the seal scientists who were on board yesterday also.
What is that canoe-shaped object in the upper left side of this photo?
Anyhow, forget about the cold and book a seal and bird tour . . . on only a few Sunday trips left.
All photos by Will Van Dorp. Nearly three years ago I reported on a seal I interviewed on Fire Island.
Somehow . . . don’t ask me how . .. meow man seems to have “signed” what used to be a white ceramic mug that usually occupies my desk. How DID he deliver that? . . . !@#@!!
Personal disclosure: I used to enjoy playing football, but I’ve never watched a Super Bowl game. I certainly have no feelings at all about any team, any sport. But with all this talk of seahawks and broncos on ground hog day, I’m not oblivious: ground pork meatballs will go in my lunch stew. This morning over coffee I decided to look up the history of the two teams soon to engage in New Jersey. So the first owner of the broncos originally (prior to 1960) had a team called the bears. And one of the two first investors in the seahawks was a Ned Skinner, scion of the Skinner & Eddy shipyard in Seattle and himself last owner/operator of the Alaska Steamship Company.
Anyhow . . . enjoy this digressive post, one that zags and zigs through a number of critters–like Stolt Bobcat–I’ve seen in the past year, as
well as this unusual logo on the side of a junked truck,
first signs of winter on the sixth boro,
my favorite fishing bird,
a quite effective gull,
my company atop a mountain in January River,
disciples of a certain waterborne tagger along the KVK,
the only good rat I’ve seen in a while over at Sal Polisi’s shop near South Street Seaport,
a beached shark, and finally
some docked rays struggling in the light of morning sun’s rays over by Owl’s Head. And speaking of rays and ground hog . . .
I’m guessing Staten Island and Punxsutawney pick on ground hogs just because there are no convenient bears or badgers around to consult about winter weather.
Last critter word here, see a sea hawk and a bronco go toe-to-toe here.
Here was an earlier critter post.
All fotos by Will Van Dorp, who’s now off to grind the pork.
Ooops! here’s one more critter link . . . from gCaptain, an inside look at a cattle/livestock carrier.
And another loops! Read this NJstarledger article about birds here.
All fotos here are thanks to my daughter, who sent them a month ago already from Guanabara Bay, aka the natural harbor of Rio. If you’re reading this blog for the first time, here was the last of my posts from Rio de Janeiro aka January river . . . JR . . . from last summer.
Enjoy these fotos. More of them–more tugster like–to come.
By the way, I see gatherings like this from the train over the Meadowlands, but New Jersey Transit never agrees to stop the train and let me go dillydally with my camera. Imagine their impatience!!
Ah! shipping. This foto looks toward the SE. That the city of Rio beyond the Niteroi Bridge.
This is my daughter’s take on this scene, and of course mine-from last July– was
Many thanks to Myriam for all the fotos except my one digression at the end.
Unrelated but direct from the Bronx River where herons and other birds live, a great story about NYC high school students planting oysters.