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This post (number 4650+) may stay front and center for a few days because I’ve left my desk, seated myself, precariously, on an unmotorized bike, and am (I hope) making some speed from the western end of the Erie Canal to the eastern one. I started pedaling Sunday morning from Tonawanda, not Saturday as I’d initially planned. I expect I’ll see some morning fog as is often to be found in the corridor this time of year. Yes, I’ll be taking photos along the way. Some photos I’ve posted on FB directly from my phone, or put up later if there’s wifi. An observation though . . . when you’re biking, trying to maintain a steady speed, it takes much more motivation to stop that momentum to get the camera out of the bag and take a photo.
The October 14, 2020 calendar photos I took in Amsterdam NY. It turns out that we tied up facing the Riverkeeper boat, R. Ian Fletcher on the wall just above lock 11, which, had it been clear, you’d easily see.
No matter what time you’ve planned a morning Canal departure, you might not actually move until the fog lifts, of course unless your have working radar.
Grande Mariner‘s radar had to be folded down during a Canal transit to clear the low bridges.
In the landcut portions of the canal, in autumn mornings you see scenes like these. I have to write it . . . eerie canal.
Sentinels with lethal force work the locks and
keep watch from the dead trees.
Once I can from a technological perspective, I’ll put images on FB, maybe even here. This is “making it up as I go along.”
Beef on weck, white hots, tomato pies, ghost bread, and other blandishments along the Canal Trail will be devoured with thanks. Today I’m in Syracuse area on plan to get some greens even though I’m not yet in Utica. My goals are as follows: Rome tomorrow, Little Falls Friday, Amsterdam Saturday, and Waterford Sunday . . . but that’s ambitious!
All photos, WVD, who hopes to be back at this desk in less than two weeks.
From this blog and blogger to you and yours . . .
Happy Thanksgiving, today and everyday.
As if it’s possible to say anything new, I am thankful that so any of you read this blog and communicate back by some means. I am also thankful that I have the health and opportunity to get out and look for something new to photograph. Getting something new remains a goal; if I were shooting similar shots repeatedly –although some would say I do shoot similar scenes again and again–I’d stop. I think of the Heraclitus observation —about never stepping into the same river twice.
Take the shot below and the two above: it was serendipity, but I’ve never juxtaposed those two monuments that way, usually it’s either Tsereteli’s work of Bartholdi’s separately,
like here . .
or here.
Oct. 30, 2011
Anyhow, my perspective on this and most holidays is . . . celebrate good things every day. On my table today? Monkfish. No, that’s not my table; it’s a fish market in the Netherlands last year, hence the zeeduivel label.
But if it’s turkey that really interests you or you have some free time, here’s an old Bill Buford essay about talking turkey . . . .
Here was the first of Don’s great photos, from about a year ago. And technically, it follows from this set of pizza seawall delivery photos I caught almost a decade ago.
Your own galley turns out some delicious fare, but sometimes you feel a craving for take out, for pizza that comes in a box, which is not so easy when you’re away from shore, but then, delivery . . .
for all! And even an average pizza is
delectable! And the photos, they give an exquisite hint of sixth boro culture. Sometimes bumboats –like this one once did on the Great Lakes–do this, and more regularly crew boats do. No matter how an unexpected pizza gets delivered, the very unexpectedness of it makes it even tastier.
Thanks much to Don for use of these photos, especially for you who didn’t see them on FB.
Even with sunglasses on, you can see the provenance of this barge Matilde in summer light. Jeddah was my point of departure for a voyage I took just over 30 years ago . . . and greatly enjoyed.
Summertime brings folks out to all the geology along the north Brooklyn side of the East river.
And Sunday I finally made it to the Brooklyn Barge, and I’m sorry I waited so long. I went there via the East River Ferry, getting off at India Street and walking around via West and Milton. I highly recommend the fish tacos and the shrimp tacos.
Here’s where you pick up the food after the magic has been done.
Of course, the Media Boat fleet was out and busy, and
the juxtaposition possibilities are great on a summer weekend.
Imagine the possibilities for a Spencer Tunick installation, partly on the hillock and partly on the scrap metal . . . . Of course, I’m don’t know if all the stakeholder would agree, so I’ll just imagine those oxidized shapes on the scow and those fleshy forms on the hillock have been painted that way by Mr. Tunick.
What will bring me back to this part of the East River soon–other than the tacos–is this air traffic, dodging
PWCs and ferries.
All photos by Will Van Dorp, whose next post will be “whale watching summertime.”
If you’re looking for summer reading, check out this list.
If you’re going to the market event in Manhattan today, look for signs like this, painted what must be Ceres
blue. This is the west end of the Brooklyn Navy Yard, closest to Vinegar Hill. Beyond the East River there, protruding into the sky to the right, that’s the empire State Building. Ceres has arrived, and
on schedule!
Inside this warehouse, I picked up my order of Ricker Hill Orchards vinegar and Champlain Valley Apiaries honey.
Excuse the poor quality foto. Could someone explain the dried (?) birds’ wings?
There was seaweed . . .
pumpkins,
wild artichokes, and much much more.
Agger Fish–right next to the warehouse–was a sponsor of the Brooklyn event, as were Brooklyn Grange, triple island, and Marlow & Daughters.
Morgan O’Kane played, parents shopped and talked, and and kids danced.
If you’re local and have time, get down to the New Amsterdam Market today . . . on the opposite side of the river here.
Congratulations to Erik and the team for a very big accomplishment. Although there’s lots of work left this season, season two starts up soon. Here’s some preliminary info on the vessel, which was modified in the construction. In case you’re wondering . . . Erik’s estimate is that Ceres sailed only about twenty percent of the trip.
All fotos by Will Van Dorp, who alone is responsible for any errors in reporting.
Here, here, and here are my previous Ceres posts. Last but not the least least . . . it’s bowsprite’s rendering. Here’s the NYTimes version.
Vermont Sail Freight . . . south bound. Click here for their ports of call and dates. More fotos courtesy of Fred Wehner.
I’m eager to see them with masts stepped and sails billowing.
If anyone wishes to contribute fotos of the vessel making her way south and calling at ports headed south, please get in touch.
Is it a vestige of a past whose
artifacts are mostly
disappearing? Or
is it an enterprise of
what is
to come?
Read how the Danes and Dutch already do it. These Dutch from Tres Hombres wanted to sail into the sixth boro last year but were stymied by red tape. Then there’s the Vermont working sailcraft project discussed here. Andrew Wilner has more examples in his blog here. Here’s a veritable bibliography of hybrid sail ideas.
Working Harbor Committee presents a panel discussion of this topic tonight from 6 pm — 9 pm in Manhattan. Click here for details.
All fotos here by Will Van Dorp. The disintegrating sailboat fotos were taken near Bear Mountain last weekend, and the Black Seal three-masted schooner fotos date from when it delivered 20 tons of cocoa beans to Red Hook in June 2011. Here and here are related blog posts I did back then.
I heard that whales frolicked out in the Ambrose this morning. Maybe they too felt their hearts quicken as Bebe approached. My bebe’s back!!
Bebedoura, that is. And with the orangest-orange lifeboats!
Bebe . . . it used to be someone else, but now it’s you. Only you can make the sunshine so sweet in February.
Dancing to starboard, then to port. Bebe . . . the sight of you makes me so glad
it makes me want to hook up . . . right here, no matter how inappropriate. Oil and
juice don’t mix, I know. I’ll wait and bask under the perfect sky.
But soon enough, these couplings will be engaged and the sweetest nectar will flow.
Ok ok . . . let me scale it back. Bebedouro is a municipality in Sao Paulo state renowned for the orange juice industry.
All fotos by Will Van Dorp.
And yes, whales did frolic in the Ambrose this morning. I am looking for a word derivation of Bebedouro. When I first saw it, I imagined a permutated “hard baby,” but then I caught a drift of drinking gold . . . although my online translator also comes up with “ouro” as to make crazy . . . as in baby, you make me crazy! But I realize now I’ve gone way far overboard.
Check out this gallery of fruit juice tankers that ply the oceans . . . maybe making the sea mammals go crazy.
Today, in honor of all the wings folks will eat while watching balls move in various ways so that gold can enter the coffers of burly boys calling themselves patriots and equally burly ones calling going by “giants,” and inspired by bowsprite’s clarity and conciseness on the subject of balls, I thought to reflect on them myself.
British Mazel, moved here by Elizabeth McAllister, has one white ball up high that seems to exist as a major node in the vessel’s nervous system.
A full- and a half-ball serve
the same function high atop Affinity, on the arm here of Marion Moran.
USCGC Seneca WMEC-906 sports a communication ball as well, and then some
others, including one that’s slit, serve other mission functions.
My field notes include appearance of more balls–three of them–and in unexpected places, such as these on a pleasure cat.
Explorer of the Seas has four. Lacking bowsprite’s clarity and self-assurance, I’ll hazard a guess that ball quantity might vary directly proportional to crew size.
Ball color might relate to artistic intention, which could trigger a cease-and-desist.
Just as with the arcane rules of football, the ball code mystifies me here . . . uh . . . Artemis of Ephesus comes to mind here, or the fecund tomato plant that I’ve never had in my urban window garden?
The good folks in Detroit seem to have the right idea . . . make them gold. Put your local sports jersey on the statue. I’m sure that golden “ball” perforated by golden rods here . . is really a prolate spheroid.
I’ve failed to bring clarity to this topic, as bowsprite so artfully did. I’ll go on with my observations and quantifications. Spare me the entertainment and singers. Pass the wings, please. Lucas Oil Stadium . . . that’s along the KVK, right?
All fotos by Will Van Dorp.
#1 was here.
It’s June. Might you be suffering from hypoclupea . . . deficiency of herring? Read what the celebrated neurologist Oliver Sacks writes about treatment here, as published in the New Yorker two years ago. Hypoclupea can leave you blase, bleached, apathetic . . .
dried out . . . as Miss Callie herself is feeling these days. To see Miss Callie in her element among the fishes, click here.
Even on Coney Island, the painting near the boardwalk looks off because this siren has taken to eating . . . @#@! dogs, and they’re not even hot.
Go fishing . . . whether you use bunker for bait and catch your own, or just
exchange cash or credit at the nearest purveyor of “new catch holland herring,” and you’ll find your zest for life just
returns! You might even end up seeing mermaids without having to go to the latest Depp/Disney show.
All fotos by will Van Dorp, who has lots of unrelated odds and ends and who just might not post tomorrow.
Translated info on the fleet at a “loggers” festival in Vlaardingen on the Rhine this weekend. “Logger” in Dutch is “lugger” in English.
From Uglyships’ Bart, here’s a video on an uneventful loading of the loading of 15! tugs onto SSHLV Fjell in Singapore bound for Maracaibo via Cape Town. Here’s a Reuters article on same.
And finally, last but not least, you’ll see a new image of “tugster” on the upper left side of this blog; click on the image and you’ll see part of an article that appeared in Jack Tar Issue #5. Watercolor is by Herb Ascherman of Cold is the Sea blog. Another great example of his work is cover on Jack Tar #5.
Finally, if you find yourself in Manhattan Saturday, look to the water: I know of at least one swim around the island race going on. New York has enthusiastic swimmers!
Happy solstice!
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