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Like the other five boros, the sixth boro is trafficked by creations large and small. Two diverse large vessels are Cunard’s QM2 and MSRC’s New Jersey Responder, a key player in the case of any oil spill in the New York area. The 210′ vessel, in spite of all its systems, might be dwarfed by the crisis. Fifteen of these Oil Spill Responder Vessels are positioned around the US. Check out “moondogofmaine” ‘s posting on these vessels compared with the European counterparts.
Here Bohemia and Patuxent are dwarfed by a container vessel, wheras only
I didn’t catch the name of the small gold tug before it disappeared behind a light Bouchard barge.
A final word on scale: all are important. For example, consider the power of a snowball v. the power of an avalanche. Easy . . . the more powerful is the snowball if that triggers the avalanche. Without the snowball, no avalanche would occur.
All fotos yesterday by Will Van Dorp.
This post breaks the record for number of fotos, but the very existence of waterway focused on, yesterday as well, Coney Island Creek, is thought by some to be the stuff of urban legend. A little over a mile long, CIC spanned by a handful of bridges and blocked off under the Belt Parkway; it encompasses a world in that distance, and once was on the drawing boards to become the “Gravesend Ship Canal.”
Here’s the launch beach just west of Kaiser Park near the “mouth” of the creek. And on the beautiful sand . . . is that the shell of a newly-discovered species of sixth boro terrapin?
With the tide farther out, its research sub design is more evident.
As we head up the Creek, the landmark Parachute Jump shows how near the beach is.
These wooden barges and scows are less identifiable than
fairly recent power boats, which even had registration numbers on the bow. In the morning light, the reflected red is pretty, as is
the green on the underside of the 17th Street bridge; the paint job which seems unfinished, given all the equipment around.
We paddle farther upcreek, here under the Stillwell Avenue bridge.
We pass under the D train and a little farther past
dove farms screened off from Shell road by vines.
On the opposite side of the creek near the Belt, egrets, cranes and gulls congregate.
People manage to maintain private resorts or at least arbors to sip morning coffee in silence with the birds and the Creek.
This is the end. From top to bottom here, the F train, the Belt, and Shell Road. And from beneath that wall, water bubbled to its own surface along with … stuff.
On the return trip, we spoke with the painting crew, who seemed quite shocked to see us.
A whole industry of crab farming happens on this improvised dock made of remains of a scow.
A swan family blend into (tries to maybe) its surroundings.
And before we return to our beach, we wonder about the identity of this wooden vessel,
this tug, and
whatever this vessel was.
If anyone knows how to discover the identity of these wrecks, please get in touch. I wonder if any mermaids–so prolific on the south side of Coney Island–ever make it up here.
All fotos by Will Van Dorp.
In recent years, the villains have included developers and politicians. Let’s see if you can guess who got pilloried in 2010. I give no clues, although I will show dirty pictures.
Eeeew! Sullied skin and scales; sticky besmirching gunk!
A polluted sea on the sidewalk,
such beauty begrimed,
a beached fowl befilthed by a fouling foam,
a pestiferous plague on pickup and passengers, and
all drawing out righteous indignation.
Face it . . . many of us are traumatized . . . and what can we do?
In the Gulf of Mexico and many other places our consumption has brewed a cruddy, nasty, soiled, nasty, stinky concoction that
chokes when brought to the mouth.
What must we all do to save beauty from beastliness?
All fotos by Will Van Dorp.
Some related pieces: a Frank Rich essay from Sunday’s NYTimes that I like, oil spills we don’t hear about, a cautionary tale from Nigeria where oil has issued forth since 1958, info and pix about the momentous 1969 oil spill off Santa Barbara, and an article about life of the crew of vessel known as OCS-G 32306 integral to efforts at end this nightmare.
So who was the villain here?
My gratitude to all the performers for their theatre of grief.
Forces at play include: sun, earth, season, tide, surf, and many more. J aka Jamaica Bay is not not more than 10 nautical miles (goose-flying miles) from Manhattan, about the same distance the Meadowlands is, if you continued that straight line between my vantage point and the Empire State Building, then beyond.
Here’s a map. Doubleclick to enlarge; see “you are here” and continue clockwise around the indicated yellow path and look toward Duck Point Marshes; Manhattan is to the northwest. J-Bay is an NPS area. Click here for info on the National Parks of New York Harbor Conservancy.
See the Verrazano Bridge on the far side of Floyd Bennett Field.
Osprey respond to all those same forces at play.
On the far side of a pond, a wildlife volunteer (aka midwife?) observes an egret,
a snowy egret, gossiping and waiting . . . as they all are.
So what’s this volunteer doing? Note the pendant and the red dot.
the red-dot mama gets weighed, and all relevant info gets encoded. I saw a half dozen egg-layers summoned by the forces in a one-mile walk in the preserve yesterday. A year ago, on the northeast side of J-Bay, the terrapin shut down JFK. See the story here.
Humans think the terrapin obey signs? From the volunteer, I learned that another force at play here is an overpopulation of raccoons. And for hatchlings, predators include wading birds and voracious fish.
Well, it’s time for us all to kick back and enjoy all those same forces at play: Saturday . . . Coney. Or if you’re upriver . . . Clearwater.
All fotos by Will Van Dorp, himself beset by forces and tribal ritual of spring.
For another rite of spring in the sixth boro, click here.
Monday of this week I saw Kenny G for only the second time. Scroll through here for a foto from my first sighting.
Kenny G was docked halfway up Newtown Creek with a deck barge on the nose.
No summertime blues here.
Please go back to yesterday’s post and suggest a caption there so that a few more options can be added to the contest poll.
All Kenny G fotos by Will Van Dorp.
“I am the Manager of the Grand Bay National Estuarine Research Reserve. The reserve comprises some 18,000 acres of estuary and other coastal habitat, right on the Gulf, obviously under great risk should the oil make it to our shoreline. Massive effort has developed plans to help deter the oil from reaching shore, using burning, dragging, and extensive booming. The entire perimeter of the Grand Bay NERR is boomed, as are several interior inlets. Though, I hope we do not have to count on the fifteen miles of booms.
Over the past several weeks my staff has been busy documenting the current conditions of the reserve, sampling fishes, seagrasses, emergent marshes, water quality, sediments, fish tissue, birds, invertebrates, diamondback terrapins and extensively photographing the shoreline and marshes. I work for the Mississippi Department of Marine Resources and have spent several days working at the Mobile, AL Unified Command Center helping make plans for protection of the shoreline and for cleanup as needed. So far most of mainland Mississippi has been spared, though debris and many tar-balls are washing ashore on our barrier islands which are part of the Gulf Islands National Seashore.
Like with many issues, the media is playing a major role in driving our thinking on this. They want numbers and dramatic pictures. After this weekend’s [top kill] failure, the mood of the coast is gloomy. Residents, businesses and local governments are downright angry and mostly helpless. So much of the economy of the entire Gulf region depends upon the water and between oil and dispersant, how long will it be fouled? There are just so few answers to this whole mess.
The biggest shame is that this drilling technology that allows us to drill at these depths apparently has outpaced our abilities to address catastrophic failures in the system at these depths. The people involved in planning have been hopeful that something would work to stop the gusher, but now if we can only count of the relief wells in August to maybe stop this, how can we stop it from fouling the entire Gulf. And what will tropical weather add to the formula?
The beaches can be cleaned with relative ease, though oil could continue washing ashore for months. However, the marshes are a different matter: cleanup of vegetated, muddy areas will be next to impossible to clean. The toxicity of the oil should be somewhat less as it weathers for weeks before getting here, but we really do not know what that means for the plants and animals. We are about 130 miles due north of the Deepwater Horizon well site. (As of June 1) no oil has been within 30 miles of the MS coast.
[This is a family affair: My wife] works in Pascagoula, MS at the National Seafood Inspection Laboratory for NOAA, determining what seafood is safe for consumption and what federal areas of the Gulf should be open or closed to harvest.”
Dave Ruple, the writer of the piece above, is a high school friend who moved to coastal Missisippi after college. Bienville Animal Medical Center is located in Ocean Springs, MS.
The Bridge has an integrated lock structure. My niece living in New Orleans (100 + miles from the Gulf) has sent me these two pics. Thanks, Carly.
Here is a set oil-spill related links:
General EPA facts about the Gulf of Mexico (GOM)
See a GOM leakometer.
Thoughts from Scientific American on duration/effects of the oil spill.
What has been the evolution of BP the company?
What if this spill had happened in Nigeria?
How many sperm whales live in the GOM?
A self-described “non-green” person’s reaction to the ongoing gusher.
Safe to say . . . this is one lardaceous mess that’s only growing.
A little more watercolor from yesterday . . . the rainbow injects magic into what otherwise might just be distant Brooklyn waterfront, Clipper City, and a Staten Island ferry.
Here’s what creates the conditions for a rainbow.
Color on water, this time reflecting a certain survey boat with unique paint loss patterns.
You will notice an apparent repetitiveness in the next set of fotos of Frying Pan over at Pier 66 Maritime–my favorite place on the Manhattan waterfront, except not
really. The evanescent colored shapes so took me that I just keep shooting as
Harvey‘s propwash made ripples and
swirls and pulsations and
teases, glimpses of LV-115 Frying Pan‘s chartreuse hairy nether parts.
All was fine until I imagined what other situations exist that colors the
waters this living red or
rusty, risky brown .
All fotos by Will Van Dorp.
Old American tugs adorn other ports, and vessels that began life far away sometimes adapt to places like or near the sixth boro. This is true of the vessel below, fotos of which come from Matt of Soundbounder. Notice in small print the port of registry.
Does Mon Lei really mean 10,000 miles, and does that mean a literal distance of that length or … just so far that it feels like infinity? Does anyone recall seeing the red junk in New York harbor or farther up the Hudson? Does this foto show the same vessel, and if so, where was this foto taken? I believe it was built near Hong Kong just before World War 2, as there seems some indication it’s much older than that.
So, clearly I am intrigued and would love to see this vessel in Norwalk, Connecticut.
Andrew writes: “Mon Lei for many years was tied up first on the East River at the 23 st boat basin and then I last saw her on the west side by Intrepid. Years ago I spoke with a 23 st harbor master who stated that Mon Lei was owned by an actor (unnamed) who lived on the boat during the warmer months here in New York.” Thanks, Andrew. I’d love to learn more.
Any answers, please get in touch. If you know the owner, I’d like to talk.
I’d like to use this post to offer some boat rides via Youtube; my goal here is to use this approach–with some reservations–to get a sense of differing senses of harbor and waterfront, since some conflicting visions of “waterfront sixth boro 2020” are currently being debated.
Welcome to the Bosphorus (6.5 minutes)
Yokohama (4 mnutes)
Rotterdam (3.5 minutes) I didn’t care for the music.
Shanghai (almost 2 minutes)
Singapore (4 minutes) From what I can see here, Singapore is my favorite solution to openness of the waterfront; at least in SOME locations, it’s be great to have the stairsteps right to the water, with no lawsuits allowed if inadvertent splash happens. As for swimmingsuits, they are allowed but not required.
Sydney (25 seconds)
Victoria (10 minutes)
Bathing in the Ganges here.
Otherwise, all fotos here from Matt at Soundbounder.
Just in case you haven’t guessed, tugster rides the tour bus into the outskirts of Talltalesville sometimes . . . and in his offices along the KVK is reputed to converse with historical personages (more on this at end of post) and . . . birds. Like earlier this week, I was just comparing Easter dinner notes with Merg, one of my favorite red-breasted mergansers, and the conversation turned toward olives , my favorites, pitted kalamatas. Did I say this “office” is near Snug Harbor, a place ghosts reputedly inhabit? In this link see the last one third for ghosts.
When I noticed Merg’s crest was a bit wilder than a few minutes before, I followed its line of sight and
I understood. Shape and scale were both formidable.
Our conversation interrupted, Merg veered to starboard
as this leviathan followed.
Enough already, croaked Merg, heading for the east.
And if the immensity of the blue vessel were not enough, from alongbehind appeared . . . is it Laura K?
That was it for Merg, who dove. Oh, the great blue container ship is Maersk Kalamata, the closest vessel to 1000′ loa I’ve seen in boro 6 in a bit. Note Robbins Reef light just forward of the bow.
Marginally related: the foto below dates from March 2, 2010 in the KVK. I thought it was a seal. I saw something (dark shape just to the left of bubbles) swim quite fast just below the surface, but now I’m thinking it might be a dolphin. Anyone weigh in? I know there’s not much fotografic clue here.
All fotos by Will Van Dorp.
Personages: A few weeks ago, while I was relaxing on the dock aka my “office” in front of Sailor’s Snug Harbor, an older man ambled down the stairs and walked over to me. I watch my back and front, so paid attention for awhile. When he avoided eye contact and seemed harmless and as fixated on the water as I was, I went back to shooting what passed. After a few minutes, he waved and said, Foto, foto,” while pointing to himself. No matter what I said or asked, all he said was “foto foto,” so I figured why not and snapped his picture. When I asked his name, he handed me a pizza menu. Strange, given that he was Asian and I would swear he was Ho Chi Minh or at least his body-double recently. By the way, HCM lived in Manhattan and Brooklyn between 1912 and 1918 after having worked in the galley of a ship a few years.) I wouldn’t make this up. So if that was you, get in touch and I’ll send the foto foto.