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Deer do it. So do . . . whales, dragonflies, eels, and more . But the annual mermaid migration, I find, is as magical to me as it is to the young girl watching for the first time, taking photos, and one of the princesses of the sea came over and blew some sparkles all around.
When the mermaids migrate in, they bring entourages of music,
like samba, and
loud marching bands and
shrillest of pipes.
The mermaids feted some old-timers like daddy-oh!
They brought in some commercial land folk with adaptations.
They even engaged in some unexpected commerce.
They commandeered a “fruits of the sea” sacrifice bearer.
Of course, there were some humans who felt they needed to “administer” the event, BUT
otherwise, the sea creatures just emerged, checked their makeup, and
and exuded their legendary grace
much to the delight of all the photographers or just admirers.
They stayed the day, rainy as it was, before taking flight until the next time.
I’ve missed only twice in the past decade: here are posts from 2007, 2008, 2009, 2010 . . . and you can find more just by scrolling way down to the archives . . . lower left and searching June each year around the 21st.
All photos here by Will Van Dorp.
About lobster migrations, click here.
And about animals in parades, the NYTimes this morning had this great story on a swimming/patrolling beast from its Brazilian bureau chief . . .
Tugs and buoys carry glaze like this or
this . . . .
Even local wrecks (that’s two side by side there) have a glaze that mimics the gleaming white paint they once wore . . . . And one local water guy whose blog I usually read conveys experiences like these. Hawsepiper, . . . this goes out to you.
At these times it’s good to remember we have our own deferred (defurred?) mardi gras parade when we ditch our winter burqas and enjoy the summer solstice warmth . . .
sometimes even without parasols
in fewer than 125 days from now.
All photos by Will Van Dorp.
Loosely related, click here for a bulk carrier named Mardi Gras and a whole youtube channel devoted for Asian tugs, jetfoils, fireboats, and other workboats.
Many thanks to Pierre Kfoury for sending along this very clever photo in shades of black, white, and gray of Bruce McAllister he took up by New Hamburg, NY. In Pierre’s photo, I like those gray shades and gray reflections too.
More shades of spray take us to Emerald Coast, passing Chesapeake Coast.
Sitting out on deck has to be evidence of a warm heart on a vessel
that will miss Mardi Gras in a warm place.
Frozen spray reinforces the fenders maybe?
The glaze coats the hull with a very light-gray layer.
Even on this vessel with a hot name . . . the icy shading is present. Is it true that this tanker was briefly in port to deliver the love drug —phenethylamine— to those of us crowded on the edges of the sixth boro? A few years ago, this vessel was in the sixth boro with the name Golden Venus; for photos of her and other vessels with fantastic names, click here.
So . . 50 shades of spray? How about 56 or 65 or . . .spray, gray, play . . . ? The number is only limited by the imagination and the eye.
I had gone looking to get a photo of this vessel, but by the time I got to my favorite cliffs, they all have headed to warmer waters. And given the usual fashion of mermaids, I can’t blame them.
Thanks again to Pierre Kfoury for his photo. All others by Will Van Dorp.
Name this tug headed for sea as the sunset bathes it in ruby light?
I guess this could turn into a precious materials post. Hobo, this gold tug at the Costello shipyard in Greenport, appears to have been built 61 years ago by Caddell’s Drydock & Repair. At this dock, it waits under the protection of this exotic creature of the winds if not waters.
This 55-year old . . . despite the distant port name carried on its escutcheon, is where? Check the skyline.
See the Chrysler Building off her port side? Charlsea is currently in Weehawken.
The ever-wandering Maraki caught up with Kathy M recently in Eleuthera.
And now . . . back to the ruby-red tug of the lead photo . . . . known as it leaves this port . . .
as Roger Williams, a name soon
to change. Here she passes Castle Hill Light . . . as I said, bound for sea . . .
Credits here go to Rod Smith for photos of Roger Williams, Maraki for Kathy M, and all others . . . Will Van Dorp, who is expecting to make a comment about the laurels above the Graves of Arthur Kill cover . . . upper left side of this page . . . soon.
Thanks again, Rod and Maraki.
Sinuous lines of body paint . . . can mean only one thing: the Coney Island mermaid parade. Click here for a Daily News profile of parades going back to the 1940s.
Dick Zigun, mayor of Coney Island, starts out the beat, as he always does, but
then recognition went to those folks who contributed to make the parade possible.
Enjoy the color, imagine the sound of drums and laughter . . .
and frisson along some new ideas.
Happy summer. Troubles be banished for a while.
It’s called the mermaid parade, so what would you expect. And their marching bands make loud festive music.
Some bring consorts.
Frogs and politics crept in too.
But otherwise it was music and dance . . .
a walrus or two . . .
and bright curvy colors.
Happy summer 2013.
All fotos by Will Van Dorp.
So I was an especially gullible kid who wished in vain that my parents would let me buy some sea monkeys that I saw advertised in Popular Mechanics. Never happened. Hold that thought.
Below is a foto of the Great Salt Lake. And before I came here, I’d heard that it stunk and held
then was it also a major bird migration path.
Doubleclick on this foto and see all the birds. And yes the water near shore was black with flies and other insects that–unlike gnats–disperse when you approach. All this brings up this
display outside Dave’s Gonzo Kayak rental on Antelope Island. To my amazement, I learned that Great Salt Lake has a fishery and this is an older, obsolete vessel used in the harvesting of brine shimp . . .
aka sea-monkeys!! Click here for a foto of a more up-to-date vessel, the likes of which I’d love to see.
All fotos by Will Van Dorp.
This is the work and play post . . . the real connection is that although we all have to work, an important secret is to enjoy what you do. Imagine this enthusiasm in a co-worker or yourself on Monday morning, whether you’re struggling to finish a group report or
the folks at NYS Marine Highway, now shipping corn–yes–corn–out of Ontario and into the Erie Canal. How long has it been that agricultural commodities have been shipped on the Erie Canal . . . how long have people talked about shipping same on that waterway that revolutionized NYC . . . or international shipping entering the Erie Canal, but Margot (over a half century young) and its crew
doing it! Bravo to the folks at NYS Marine Highway. Click here for lots more fotos of Margot.
South African fotos come compliments of Colin Syndercombe; the Oswego/Erie Canal fotos, . . . Allan and Sally of Sally W, and all the others by Will Van Dorp.
Related: Here’s another ALE job.
Unrelated: The longest marathon swim starts tomorrow morning over 100 miles up the Hudson.
First . . . around the boro, the light is beauteous enough to suspend a sense of time and obligation and stress and disappointment. This side of the boro, though on duty, works the milder solstice.
Lynx (1967, ex-Catherine Foss, Kainani) probably working with a dredging project, I’ve never seen here before.
a different season, as seen here.
In this heat and light, Kimberly looks positively artdeco: her aqua would blend in on South Beach and way beyond.
Miriam Moran cruises past Sailors’ Snug Harbor, as purposefully as always.
Jane A. Bouchard races deep into right field, showing what waters can be divided by more than 6000 hp on the wheels, while her older sister
the venerable Patty Nolan dons her midsummer’s bikini, freshens up her dancing paint . . . the mayor’s drum is soon to call to disorder the 2012 parade . . . the sixth boro’s shoreline version of Mardi Gras.
Unrelated: If you happen to “see things” when you pass the KVK salt pile on Saturday night, you’re not hallucinating. Lumen will happen.
For an auspicious virtual gallivant as they sally forth through the Rideau Canal from Lake Ontario to Ottawa and beyond, follow Sally W . . .
Horns aplenty (more than in Pamplona Seattle) feted the solstice, as did
and here . . . beyond the cowboy in blue toga, library maids and masters with a classic edition of Jules Verne . . . .
By the next day, revelry had migrated to Red Hook, where theatrical scenes of fund-raising on behalf of PortSide NewYork took place, involving officers of
someone’s flotilla bearing keys to the city. By the way, if you can make it to the Community Board 1 meeting TONIGHT by 6 pm, I’ll see you there. Important!
And someone commented . . asking what this mermaidographer looked like, click here and go to #9; thanks for these to Claudia Hehr.
Cheers. Summer is here . . . and I may tomorrow be agallivantin . . .
Meanwhile, if anyone got good pics of the librarian mermaid/mermen contingent . . . please share?