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Sunrise to the left of Coney Island Light and tug Escort, a Jakobson boat. Note how calm the water is.
The mighty Resolute passing the lofty Chesapeake Coast, with a loftier tower off in the distance.
James Turecamo–a Matton boat– tailing Stolt Aquamarine
Gulf Dawn with GL 54
Escort six hours after the lead foto . . notice what 22+ knot wind out of the west does. That’s Taft Beach disappearing behind the island.
And Potomac heads eastbound. I’m thinking to use Robbins Reef light as the terminal punctuation for all posts this week. Do you remember these signs that used a product name in the same way? I’m gathering if you are over 55 and a US resident, you’ll know about Burma Shave. Otherwise, you’ll think I’ve lost it again.
All fotos by Will Van Dorp, this morning.
And check out this Staten Island Advance story on Robbins Reef light rehab work, featuring my foto!
More accurately . . . I could call this “off Duty’s starboard,” as all this traffic passed Duty in a 45-minute period while she was herself “off duty” and on the hook in Gravesend Bay. Less than 24 hours after I took these fotos, Duty raised the hook and sailed off south.
Two years back I snapped this foto of Duty out of the notch. Here, if you doubleclick to enlarge the foto below, you can see two smudges on the horizon, one on either side. Currently off Duty‘s starboard is a dredger . . . probably Padre Island. Off her port is a Zim container ship.
And something astern of that . . . and
Zim Tarragona is a regular in the sixth boro, although I’ve possibly never posted/identified a foto of her.
Following her is this array, and
outbound, meeting her is MSC Pilar, now Europe-bound.
Together those two vessels carried a lot of containers . . .
Next into the Narrows and meeting MSC Pilar are APL Garnet and a ketch (?) named Bee, about which I know nothing.
Pilar (okay . . . I just like that name) moves under the Bridge at 13 knots . . .
And as they move into the Upper Bay, APL Garnet and Bee meet
All this traffic went unnoticed by this fisherman, who . . . by the way . . . caught nothing from the depths either.
Next vessel in was the speedy Atlantic Compass, itself carrier of some mighty interesting cargoes.
And the final vessel of this 45-minute flurry of traffic . . . . Bow Clipper, previously featured here. Out beyond Bow Clipper is the slope where the ‘scapegoats do roam. Click here for a sense of her own roamings.
All fotos by Will Van Dorp, who . . . during all this traffic, was wondering what was happening on Duty.
What I’ve ben reading lately? Check out the Arthur Kill deepening project/blasting as negotiated by NYTugmaster here.
Happy 5th anniversary and the demise of Oriental Nicety at Oil-Electric here.
And how does a wind turbine blade arrive in Gloucester? Check out Joey’s blog here.
Finally . . . from the NYTimes, a new museum in Antwerp looking like shipping containers here.
Na Hoku (“stars” in Hawaiian) 1981, ex-Chris Candies. Sunset Park in the background.
Miriam Moran 1979 on Citron 2007 bow. James Turecamo westbound.
Kimberly Turecamo 1980 (ex-Rebecca P.) and Serifos 1995 named for an Aegean Sea island.
All fotos by Will Van Dorp, who’s looking for fotos of Eldia, as she was towed from Cape Cod into the Kills and ultimately Witte’s yard in the mid-1980s. Eldia blew ashore at Orleans in a spring storm 1984 (Click here to see how photogenic she was thought to be on the beach.) and ultimately was towed to Rossville. Someone out there MUST have fotos of her as “dead ship” coming into sixth boro waters.
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Doubleclick enlarges most fotos. From a distance, I knew the profile was unfamiliar. Note Neptune‘s outside controls on either
Not an impressive foto, but I’ve not previously seen ATB Corpus Christi, here with PetroChem Supplier.
All fotos today by Will Van Dorp.
No news on the Colvin schooner ashore on Fire Island, although plans are converging to attempt getting her off.
I thought you spelled it “okracoke,” as in cherry coke,” caffeinated but slightly more viscous and less fruity, she said.
Names and spelling change less frequently than shoals and shorelines. Local Indians called the place “wokokkon” and who knows what Verrazano and Raleigh called it. And Blackbeard . . . people originally called him Captain Drummond before he took on a string of noms de corsair.
I photographed this 1970 National Geographic map where it was posted aboard ferry Carteret, since it shows my birthplace (Belhaven) and its proximity to both inlets at Ocracoke and Hatteras. My father had imagined buying farmland inland from Swan Quarter; now I’m thinking it’s a place for me to retire, whenever that becomes possible.
The yellow pickup on the foredeck carries a supply of wheel chocks. Intermodal shipping with trucks on decks: bowsprite should love this.
Note the two-floor passenger cabin. Carteret was launched from Halter Equitable, the same yard that launched the sixth boro’s tug Aegean Sea and ferries Barberi and Newhouse.
We traveled from the north end of Ocracole to Hatteras aboard Croatoan. Note the Fedex truck.
As we crossed Hatteras Inlet, we saw three small fishing boats inbound
New England lobster boats, although these “banks” boat have less beam, sharp chines, and smaller houses.
Midpoint in the trip between Ocracoke and Hatteras we were tailed by small fishing boats and
Let’s call it quits here. More “road fotos” tomorrow.
All fotos here by Will Van Dorp.
Meanwhile, unrelated, how long do you imagine a powerboat would take between Hatteras and NYC? Your guess? Now watch this youtube on the consumption of 600 gallons of fuel.
Unrelated: What happened to the vessel recently removed from the James River ghost fleet? Read about it here.
And finally, here from Robert of Oil-Electric is an article about last summer’s whales … and an elephant, ladybug, and rails.
Part 1 of this series looked like this. Now more.
Of course Brandywine ranges far and wide, and these days, maybe so does Inland Sea heading south here from the Ben Franklin Bridge.
All fotos last week by Will Van Dorp.
I start this post with five older fotos; the one below showing crew tidying up lines on McAllister Responder dates from January 2007. Until now, I’ve always focused on the foreground, not the background. Of course, all those blue warehouses are now being replaced by Brooklyn Bridge Park.
Another example–Francis E. Roehrig (now Aegean Sea but ex-Jersey Coast and John C. Barker and as Francis E. a hero post-Bouchard accident) has always been focus of this foto for me rather than what’s in the background.
Again, I’ve focused until now on the foreground, on the 140′ icebreaking tug Sturgeon Bay instead of on the rich architecture of Brooklyn Heights,
in summertime obscured by a jungle of foliage, making it easier to focus of East River traffic like Express Marine’s Duty, below. However, what I learned last week is that Brooklyn Heights has fascinations all
its own. Like this house standing on Pierrepont Place, the house of Abiel Abbot Low, son of Seth Low of Salem, Massachusetts. A. A. Low moved to Brooklyn Heights after spending six years in Canton’s markets dealing with Wu Bingjian aka Howqua. From Brooklyn Heights, Low could observe
the goings and comings of his fleet of China clippers over at South Street when it was a seaport in the years between the First and Second Opium Wars. Finding out more about the Lows ( and in subsequent generations their connections to the mayor of Brooklyn, Columbia University and FDR . . . ) those are adventures and work that lie ahead. Last week I learned that what’s in the background might as well be an interesting focus as what is background.
All fotos by Will Van Dorp.
Socrates left the harbor under a golden sunset pulling an empty
Sugar Express; they headed south from the Yonkers plant (to where?) for a refill. Who can live the sweet life
Stolt Perseverence, a parcel tanker built in Croatia in 2001, delivers assorted chemicals, escorted by James Turecamo and Marie J Turecamo (?).
I’ve no clue what these vital assorted chemicals might be, or what their journey is.
West Virginia coal
gets Escorted into the sixth boro by this vessel.
Jill Jacob . . . moves global industrial life blood.
There’s so much that does NOT meet the eye and is NOT easily discovered about in/outflow of commodities in the boro. Of course, petroleum products and containers dominate, along with an occasional elixir of orange. Some months back I posted my fantasy about sailing goods into the boro from the agricultural north. Bowsprite reflects on overlapping ideas here.
All fotos above were taken this week by Will Van Dorp.
Twas the eve of Christmas Eve, and straight through my many layers of clothes, the wind was howling, starting a process like anesthesia. Escort came in unescorted or unescorting. . . no money or sport in that! And no warmth at all did she offer me!
No hesitation or expectation in either party when she passed Zim Haifa or Nordstrength, only a sliver of bow visible. Big as a vessel like Zim Haifa is, she has only about a third the capacity of the largest boxships now dashing across the oceans. Witness MSC Danit.
MSC Levina raced in, and a portion of the crew seemed delighted enough to see New York by brilliant sunlight that they ignored the 20 degrees (-6 C) temperature with bone-numbing wind.
I love below freezing light.
Another container ship Maersk Wisconsin came in, and I hope these precariously perched parcels did NOT contain the new paintboxes purchased by a certain presently unplugged painter seeking solace in warmer climes.
By this time, hypothermia had started to wreak havoc enough with my judgement that I considered this must be a hallucination.
All fotos by Will Van Dorp.