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How many of these tugboats cruising through along the Brooklyn waterfront here can you identify? One might be as rare as a Mississippi kite soaring over New York. Answers and more info follows.
And what’s this? Also a rare film Manhatta (click here to watch the entire 10-minute 1921 silent film) by Charles Sheeler and Paul Strand greets gallery-goers at the Whitney entering “modern Life: Edward Hopper and his Time.” Only a few weeks remain to see this, as it closes on April 10. In this capture from the video, a half dozen steam tugs wrestle RMS Aquitania into a finger pier. The film becomes tugboat-intensive at the 6:25 point.
Also, Working Harbor Committee presents a rare and exciting documentary followed by a panel discussion THIS Wednesday in New York; tickets are available here. I have to work elsewhere that night, but panelists will include my friends Ann Loeding (below) and Jessica Dulong (scroll through), but also
If you haven’t checked bowsprite’s latest work, check it out here. What caught my attention other than the actual fantastic drawing was her use of the term “wooden freighter.” Well, Marion M was built in 1932, and that–from this collage of fotos–was a very different era, a time when freighters could still be wooden vessels.
Back to the first foto of this post: from left to right and excluding the white vessel in the foreground, it’s Sea Raven, East Coast, and Penn No. 4 . . . all of which you’ve seen on tugster before . . . and can relocate by typing each name into the search window. But that black-hulled, white and blue trim vessel in the foreground . . . is Hercules. I believe she’s a 2011 launch from Washburn & Doughty.
Is it possibly this is her first voyage and that she’s not yet seen the GOM waters where she live? If so, these are some rare snaps? Here she heads for the Narrows, Miss Gill behind her and Amy Moran in foreground. And why do I not recall having seen Amy Moran before?
Fotos of Ann Loeding and Linda A. Sturgis are used by permission from Jonathan Atkin. All other fotos by Will Van Dorp.
Bowsprite hears and transcribes memorable quotes from VHF chatter on the sixth boro; I need to upgrade my radio before I get such plums. So I’ll listen in using other sources.
That’s a very lonely Bohemia among all those barges.
“I prefer winter … when you feel the bone structure of the landscape – the loneliness of it, the dead feeling of winter. Something waits beneath it, the whole story doesn’t show.” Andrew Wyeth
From left to right: Bluefin, Robert Bouchard, and Brandywine.
“Winter is the time of promise because there is so little to do – or because you can now and then permit yourself the luxury of thinking so.” Stanley Crawford
McAllister Responder and Maurania III escort Nordatlantic into Global. “Winter is the season in which people try to keep the house as warm as it was in the summer, when they complained about the heat.” Nice observation from an unknown author
Buchanan 1 departs barges hanging on a mooring near a virtually invisible Bayonne. “The color of winter is in the imagination.” Terri Guillemets
HNSE 211 scrap barge, pushed by an bright blue but invisible Crow, heads for export in the hold of a salty bulker. Over on the Brooklyn side, see the yellow crane of Cove Island. “In a certain faraway land the cold is so intense that words freeze as soon as they are uttered, and after some time then thaw and become audible, so that words spoken in winter go unheard until the next summer.” Plutarch
OK . . . some humor on the way out: “I was just thinking, if it is really religion with these nudist colonies, they sure must turn atheists in the wintertime.” Will Rogers What Will Rogers conjures up is the realization that the mermaid parade 2011 is only about four months away. Seems soon. Mardi Gras is over 30 days away. Seems far.
All fotos by Will Van Dorp, who enjoys winter as much as summer and all the dozens of other seasons we experience in the sixth boro.
Unrelated: To see what happens in Essex, MA, when sleet or snow is flying, click here. Hey, schooners await their appointment with launch.
More snow aftermath here. . . .but work goes on . . . like Eastern Welder, great name for a fishing boat, pulling
in the harbor’s
Snow remains where it stuck on Captain D and GL 64.
Snow highlights recesses in the Global Terminal where London Express and Cap Norte shift containers.
Over toward BAT, from left to right, it’s Beaufort Sea, McKinley Sea, and North Sea. I was hoping to catch Barents Sea.
Snow paints the stern of Laurie Ann Reinauer, here with RTC 85, orca style.
Finally, the identification of the ferry in yesterday’s post, according to Kyran Clune, is Guy V. Molinari, which along with Senator John J. Marchi and Spirit of America, began their journey in Marinette, Wisconsin. Molinari, pre-launch, awaits below.
For fotos of snow elsewhere, check out Essex, MA at Burnham’s. Or Gloucester snow and so much more with Jay Albert; I especially liked his report recently on Ocean Alliance moving into the long-empty paint factory. Issuma feels the cold in Toronto. George Conk watches the ice from just north of the GW Bridge. And finally, from Australia, it looks like snow, but it’s spuma!!
I dedicate this post to Mage, who notices when I neglect the cruise ships that make up part of harbor traffic. All the following fotos were taken Friday and Saturday, September 3 from Pegasus and Lehigh Valley 79 between Red Hook to Cold Spring, about 50 miles upriver from the Battery (aka southernmost tip of Manhattan).
We left Queen Mary 2 behind in Red Hook.
Grande Caribe – an inland cruiser — waited at Chelsea Piers, as
Caribbean Princess docks here at Pier 88, a stroll away from the Empire State Building.
Champion passed us south of the Tappan Zee. Anyone know anything about Champion?
Off Hook Mountain we crossed Glen Cove, who moves all manner of products for people . . . so –by stretch — Glen Cove fits into this post as well.
Commander is a tour boat working out of Haverstraw; here she follows us northward from the Bear Mountain Bridge. To me , this is the most beautiful stretch of the Hudson. The link at the start of this paragraph reveals Commander‘s rich and storied past dating back to World War 1.
A day after we passed her at Chelsea Piers, Grande Caribe leapfrogs past us between West Point and Cold Spring.
Penn No. 4 herds people in solo vessels (SVs?) like a border collie moving sheep or goats or cows.
River Rose is a classy sternwheeler out of Newburgh with
All fotos by Will Van Dorp.
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.
To see an excellent Flickr foto of Gazela by Gregg M, click here. And for an account plus video of Gazela‘s trip to New Bedford earlier this summer, click here. For my earlier pics of Gazela in Atlantic Basin Red Hook, click here.
As Gazela sailed back to Philly between daybreak last Wednesday and late afternoon Thursday, I was fortunate to be a very “green” member of the crew, my first time sailing on a barquentine. Other vessels passed and overtook us, and I’m including those fotos here in hopes that anyone aboard these other vessels who photographed us might be willing to share those shots of Gazela. Please do.
Gazela departs through the Narrows under a drizzle; precipitation had been off and on for three days, delaying departure by 48 hours. (For pics, doubleclick enlarges.)
Tanker British Serenity overtakes us outside the Narrows. By sunset, 10 hours later, we’d motorsailed off Atlantic City, surfing swells and getting soaked with on & off drizzle.
Skies clear overnight, giving us a just-past-full moon. I stand a midnight–6 am watch from Cape May and up Delaware Bay. This is sunrise.
After breakfast, I nap for an hour until a lurch awakens me. “Must be someone’s wake,” I imagine, grab my camera, and go on deck. I believe it was Amberjack, also headed up the Bay.
For info on what Bold is doing in Delaware Bay and its schedule for the rest of 2010, click here.
have delivered Venezuelan crude.
If you were on any of the vessels above and have pics of Gazela, please get in touch.
All fotos here by Will Van Dorp.
Many thanks to the Philadelphia Ship Preservation Guild and wonderful crew for the opportunity to sail. If you are interested in volunteering, click here. Gazela expects to be back up through the sixth boro once more this fall.
Carfloat, front heavy, moving from Jersey to
Another shot of the mighty Brangus tending to the teeth of Florida, with more to come soon.
Treasure Coast pushing
uh . . cement.
Meagan Ann noses along a barge of crushed
cars that may until recently have traveled along those roads.
Tarpon moves asphalt barge (?) Potomac up toward the Buttermilk.
Thomas D. dispatches more cars to the scrappers.
Pegasus the younger sports new primer paint.
All fotos by Will Van Dorp.
Not a tug . . . Blount-built Sailor (1977) delivers lubricants to suezmax crude carrier Cape Bowen. A sixth-boro Blount boat is Twin Tube. Sailor and Twin Tube–now that’s an evocative set of names– have similar hulls but houses at opposite ends. But have you guessed the answer to the ponderable at the end of the post a few days back?
Also not a tug: fragile lightship Barnegat, here on the mud in North Camden.
Still not a tug: SS United States. Don’t the lines suggest the throat pleats of a rorqual? Got some names of tug companies common in the Delaware but not depicted here the past few days?
Bouchard is one. Morton IV is a regular in the sixth boro, here approaching the Commodore Barry Bridge.
K-Sea is another. I’m not sure why Coral Sea lies beside Arthur W Radford here in the Navy Yard.
And then there’s Penn Maritime . . . here’s Amberjack. Penn specializes in transporting heated asphalt.
But Vane Brothers is ubiquitous. Here’s Pokomoke, and
Charles Hughes, and
Roanoke. Two other Vane boats lay in the Schuykill, but too close to Sunoco to risk taking a foto.
All fotos by Will Van Dorp, but again special thanks to Jeff Schurr and John Curdy.
You might wonder what’s happening in the sixth boro. Me too. I need to have a look, although I’ve really enjoyed Pelican Passage‘s shots these weeks. See some fireworks here. As for me, it’s prime gallivant season the next few weeks. See you on the go.
News flash: unrelated . . . is it true that a duck nursery has been located inside Cornell‘s bow pudding? Don’t you feel cooled just looking at this January foto?
Where I’m steering here most corresponds to the second post in this series, Coexistence 2. On an ideal day, all traffic gets along, sorts itself out. Big steel and small steel keep clear of one another, again
and again, no matter what the direction or
speed for whatever the purpose . . . understandings get articulated, negotiated, and agreed upon.
But then without warning and from out of nowhere, the wild jumps
in. The beast, driven by terror of the predator and the mindless urge to mate, dives in
as members of its species have for millenia. Some have always made it, wild and unfettered. But now the environment has
changed; rules and conditions altered. And intervention happens or
Many thanks to Bill Bensen for the three fotos of the deer. For the record, Bill took these fotos about three weeks ago although it may be the same buck that jumped in this week. For more of Bill’s fotos of animals of the harbor, click here.
Other fotos by Will Van Dorp. Info on the vessels in the fotos: Foto 1: Bro Albert is a Maersk product tanker with an unidentified McAllister tug in the distance. Foto 2: Marie J. Turecamo and Kimberly Turecamo pirouette parcel tanker Stolt Vanguard out to sea. Foto 3: from near to far, Taft Beach, Captain D, and ATB Pati R. Moran moves the barge Charleston with assist from an unidentified Moran tug. Foto 4: near to far is Davis Sea and Java Sea.
Related: I included the tug Dolphin above as an attempt to broaden the term, given Bowsprite’s recent treat (treatise?) on inanimate harbor “animal” life.
This is an exercise in non-random fotos with word associations and any additional required info. So, here, left to right move Margaret Moran, Admiral’s Launch, and Big Toot (the bright red one). Big Toot? Big anything? Over-compensation. Unconvincingly so.
Penn No. 4 foreground and USS New Jersey background. If I’d snapped the foto a second earlier, there might be the illusion of the world’s first tug with six Mark 7 guns. Signaling devices? This foto is dedicated to she who’s drawn to such shades of gray.
Foto thanks to Allen Baker. Atlantic Coast and McCormack Boys, Thanksgiving Day 2009. Dredging: unstuffing the belly of the harbor, doing the orukter.
Tasman Sea. I love the eye at the waterline.
Amy C. McAllister. I was going to say “tireless” but change that to indefatigable.
A slightly different shot of Grouper (ex-steamer tug Green Bay (see youtube clip below), still for sale. Patience and
fortitude. According to Jeff’s comment, one of her captains is still alive and getting better at driving tugs at the young age of 89. Could you have him write a comment or at least send along a foto of the unflagging captain, please.
All fotos but Allen’s by Will Van Dorp.