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Oh . . I don’t mean the boat that more than
once caught my attention from miles away because of that glowing color back ten years ago.
Not that striking prime mover . . . that seemed always engaged.
No, I mean
her fine namesake who passed a week ago. My condolences to her family and close friends. Waterskiing the East River? I wish I had photographed that!
Here are some classic Tennyson words.
Click here for more pics of the orange June K and fleet mates.
Since I’m off gallivanting in a very cold place, how about some warm five-boros’ tagging, following in the spirit here. Of course, in the sixth boro, meow man rules all tagging, as I paid tribute here three years ago. Photo below I took a few weeks ago in Manhattan. It says what Manhattan can be . . . or NYC for that matter.
Here’s a photo from bowsprite, and no matter how ambitious she is with brushes, she did not paint this. All her photos in this post are from Brooklyn. I apologize I have no Bronx photos, but the Bronx is the unknown boro for me. Anyone help? And Queens . . . is it me or is there no wall art there?
Here’s the other side of dreams . . . heartbreak. Maybe someone more studied in this vernacular can explain the winged disks in her hands. Again, Manhattan and my photo.
Here’s another bowsprite photo of a complex tag, maybe some allusion here to meow man?
This comes from the edge of Little Italy, mine.
Hers, in Brooklyn.
Faded by too much spotlight. Mine.
Staten Island has a different character; I took the next ones just off Bay Street, where NYCArtsCypher.org seems to base itself.
And the images are as diverse as the area is, as polyglot as this city is. Less than 300 yards behind the Tapas place, you’re in the water, in the Bay, in the sixth boro.
I love the lobster there.
Photos by a team.
The name of this 2011 tanker alone captures the imagination. Many years ago in Kuwait I saw another tanker by this name, but spelled Termoil.
When Turmoil started to move, it appeared
she was down by the head, but
I’m supposing this was only an illusion.
I saw this superstructure design once before on Maersk Murotsu here . . . scroll.
All photos by Will Van Dorp, who notices that Turmoil is, as of this writing, in the anchorage off Long Beach NY. I’d be nervous if Turmoil anchored beside me, whether it be a tanker or a yacht.
ooops, new pigs, there must have been an incident.
A little background . . . . A conductor of the The Timbuctoo, Khartoum & Western Railway Marching Band & Chowder Society emailed me yesterday about what they said was “strange small boat activity” just north of the Soldiers and Sailors Monument. Since I was in the area, I thought I’d check it out, and what I saw would be
considered at very least unorthodox nets on small boats, now that we are in harbor “fishing” season. Pannaway is dredging for critters, I believe, although I’m puzzled by her New Hampshire registration, if I’m not mistaken.
See the rig with “sock” skimming the surface?
These rigs are designed to soak up stuff that should not be in the water, as opposed to critters that find it acceptable habitat.
responding to spills is one of them.
The news had nothing I could find, but I’m guessing
Again, thanks to the good conductor for the tip.
All photos and speculation by Will Van Dorp, whose already taken but too few rides on the Timbuctoo, Khartoum & Western Railway.
An added plus of my trip here was to have another look at Soldiers and Sailors Monument, which I’ll feature in an upcoming post.
Ken came up with additional photos of his overnight in the transient slip at South Street Seaport Museum many years ago . . . so here they are. Note the Twin Towers in the background. To the right side of the photo, I’m guessing that’s a mastless Lettie G. Howard and Major General William H. Hart, now languishing along the Arthur Kill.
Here’s a close up of the stick lighter, identified by eastriver as Vernie S.
Russell Grinell, among other things, was an owner of schooner Pioneer before she came to SSSM.
Here’s Black Pearl in the foreground, with a respectable looking eagle’s figurehead.
And finally, this might be the stern of Anna Christina, which sank in the “perfect storm” as mentioned in this NYTimes article.
Again, many thanks to Ken Deeley for bringing these photos he took from the transient dock several decades ago to the light. One of my tugster goals is to publish photos like these, bringing them into the “creative commons.”
Many thanks to Ken Deeley for today’s photos. The vessel with the red house is surely one of the Standard Boat stick lighter fleet, but I can’t read the name on the bow. A half decade I posted a photo here (scroll) of a decrepit Ollie, the stick lighter that used to tie up at South Street. He can’t quite put a date on this photo taken at South Street Seaport Museum’s pier. Can anyone date these photos? And what was that green/white dome in the background?
Coming down the Hudson, Ken got this photo of suction dredger Sugar Island. Currently, Sugar Island is working off Bahrain.
Many thanks to Ken for sending along these photos.
Click here for a 1992 publication by Robert Foster and Jane Steuerwald called “The Lighterage System in the New York/New Jersey Harbor,” referencing stick lighters and much more.
Tugster feels so very blessed this year that I’m recognizing the top gift boat in the sixth boro. If NYC ever decided to have a water-borne symbol of gift-giving season, the most appropriate boat for the elf to ride would HAVE to be this one. See all the packages, wrapped sensibly, on the deck? While you try to name that boat, let me digress a little to use the print to push the next image farther down the page.
Digression #1: Here are my Christmas posts from 2015 2014 one about a Rockefeller Center tree that arrived by ferry one that arrived here by barge towed by a tug called Spuyten Duyvil and finally my post from 2013.
Digression #2: If you’re not from NYC or a large city, you might wonder where city folks go to cut their trees. Here’s a feature from the NYTimes about a Christmas tree vendor who’s come to the same neighborhood NYC with trees for the past 19 years.
Digression #3: Nope, I don’t get my tree from this vendor. In fact, I haven’t had a tree for . . . decades. Not interested. So here was the post I put up in 2006, about my first ever Christmas present. Here’s the story about our first Christmas tree. My father, who drove a school bus in addition to running a dairy farm, brought home our first tree back when I was 5 or 6. I think it was his and my mother’s first also, because “christmas trees” did not exist for them in pre-WW2 Netherlands. Where did he get the tree and what prompted him to bring it home, you might wonder . . . Well, as he was leaving the school with his last bus run before the Christmas break, he noticed the custodian throwing a tree into the snowbank next to the dumpster. It must have been set up somewhere in the school–the office? We LOVED that tree, and it still had some tinsel on it. My parents were willing to spring for a string of lights, which could be used again year after year, but tinsel? In my imagination, that tree was the best.
When my kids were small, I did get a Christmas tree, and we decorated it with more than a string of lights.
So have you figured out this vessel that does nothing all year round except deliver packages like these?
Of course, it’s Twin Tube, featured many times on this blog.
She is the sixth boros quintessential package boat that delivers no
matter the weather.
Merry Christmas to the operators of Twin Tube.
And merry merry Christmas spirit to all of you who read this blog today and any day.
All photos by Will Van Dorp, who’s received so many gifts every day and doesn’t need anything more on December 25.
So Katie G and Colleen McAllister danced their way east to get north and way west past the dancing (or leaning) towers of the East River this morning.
Notice you can still see the original Libby Black name in the raised metal of Katie G McAllister, soon to be named something else?
Here’s a previous post I did featuring Katie G. remaking a tow at the Battery.
I’m guessing this voyage will take about three weeks?
Godspeed, and beat the ice!
All photos by Will Van Dorp.
Recognize this location for sixth boro riverbank living?
The fine print there says USNS GySgt. Fred W. Stockham (T-AK-3017), which was just outside the VZ Bridge a few days ago.
Now it’s over by FDNY Marine 9, as if it were someone’s yacht. The complex finally looked open, so I wandered in and
here’s what I saw . . . right here on Staten Island.
I don’t know who lives here or where the clientele comes from, but I’m positive the President-elect will be checking the residency papers on the opticians selling goggles. Will there be waivers? here.
Actually, I left quickly because this place gave me a Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy feel.
Now THIS is a strange juxtaposition in this Potemkin Village.
But don’t take my word and photos for it. Click here or next time you’re in Stapleton, check the place out, before new tenant emporiums arrive.
All photos this week by Will Van Dorp.
I blame my dear friend Christina Sun for this post. Well, “blame” is the wrong word, but I’ll use it. She started it many years ago with this post on her blog, a project which I believe is “under re-powering and life extension,” to borrow someone else’s phrasing, and needs some encouragement, although she’ll blame me now for speaking that.
I’m impressed by murals, official and otherwise. Mayor Steven Fulop in Jersey City has promoted this public art in the city on the west side of the sixth bor. Enjoy these.
I like the wave here, but even more, love that copper sheath on the cylindrical corner to the lower right. It reminds me of a firecracker, or old-fashioned “rocket of the future.”
Near FIT in Manhattan, folks were painting
these as I passed.
Here are some on 9th Street in Brooklyn in the block directly south of the Gowanus Canal.
Back in Manhattan, here’s one seen from both ends on the west side of the Maritime Hotel, a once-maritime related building that was left as on the high tide mark when the port receded and left Manhattan.
Upriver in Troy and under the Green Island Bridge, it’s Troybot, who in the third panel of four
appears to be saving a sinking passenger vessel.
Also in Troy and under the Route 7 Bridge, someone summoned the spirits of some exotic sirens.
This is a unique form of tagging, drawing on the algae-covered walls of a lock chamber as it drains.
Oswego invites its high school students in.
That Great Lakes city also has this mural about an event in another Great Lakes city that inspired this quite profound hymn.
Here’s a mural visible from the Cuyahoga and under a bridge in Cleveland.
Ann Arbor’s Huron River has never known these faunas, but someone still imagined them.
But it was in Montreal this fall that I saw the best murals, as on this wall, with a variety of influences.
This one commemorates an actress from the Beijing opera. Click here for the back story and the artists.
Here are some in Beacon NY a few years ago.
All photos here by Will Van Dorp, whose point here is that he takes photos of other things while focusing boat to boat.