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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.
Unlike the sixth boro waters, freshwater New York changes state. As illustration, here is a color photo I took yesterday, and
But I digress. Here’s what tenders look like in February.
And the long-suffering Chancellor, after the pool level has been lowered.
And can you identify the vessel in the foreground?
All photos taken by Will Van Dorp this week except the first one.
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.
In celebration of the beginning of the 11th year of blogging, I’m licensing myself to change course a few days. Two things I want you to know are 1) I’ve posted approximately 90% of the days since November 26, 2006, and 2) my eyes always search for details other than tugboats to photograph.
I’ve gone here in the past, and retreated. Tugboats and ships have a lot in common with trucks, and my eye is always attracted by an unusual truck, so in the effort to show that I DO take photos of things NOT on the water, let me revive this line. Should I go over to this side? Call this R&R, rambling and rumspringa.
Admit . . . this is a cool truck, eh? And I took the photo right atop Penn Station, too. Can anyone tell me if this is the same one that lives near the Newport PATH station? And might there be three of these on the banks of the sixth boro?
Less well cared for, in Jersey City I saw this rusty Divco van next to a dumpster. Anyone know if it’s for sale? It might make a good camper?
Now where along the sixth boro banks (SBB) these days might one find a Mammoet field car? Answer follows.
The other day I stopped to admire the calm and skill of a Shepherd Enterprises rig as he negotiated the streets under the south end of the High Line. The driver told me it was a brand-spankin’-new Western Star.
Here he’s about to back into a dock to his right.
I was told this is a 1928
Yes, it’s an Element and not really a truck, but if I were hitchhiking and this red head stopped, I’d run the other way, no matter what she might say. I hope you’re convinced by now that I see a lot of strange stuff.
In the port of Oswego, might this be waiting for a cargo for Fort Drum? If I cropped this in a certain way, you might think the ingots are on the trailer?
And we’ll end this digression here . .. said to be a 1946 Dodge truck. Cool!
All photos by Will Van Dorp.
And the Mammoet field car was over by the NYWheel.
You may remember the Sojourn story here, about a Belgian freight barge that the original owner and builder sold, lost track of, and then rediscovered in upstate New York? Here was how she arrived in upstate NY.
Well, after two years of work, she’s under way–just ahead of winter storm Argos. These photos were taken yesterday (Thursday) by Bob Stopper up in Lyons, NY. Below, Sojourn is easing not Lock 28A,
heading for Lock 27, and
and out of the canal before it closes, draw-down takes place, and ice invades.
Calling all eastern Erie Canal watchers and Hudson River photographers, here’s Bob’s short background to the vessel:
“First arrived in Lyons on November 12, 2013 . The boat was built in 1963 and originally used as a coal and materials barge. It was used for over 40 years by the same family, but eventually because of family illness, the barge was sold. The barge was purchased by Paula Meehan, founder of Redken Cosmetics, renamed the Sojourn, and converted in 2006 to a Hotel Barge and used for high style cruises in France. Ms Redken shipped the barge via freighter to America with the intention of cruising American waters, especially the Erie Canal. Unfortunately, Ms Redkin died in 2014, and the barge returned to the Lyons Dydock on October 15, 2014. It sat in the Lyons Drydock and began to deteriorate until purchased by a young hi-tech internet entrepreneur from the state of Washington. The newly renovated barge, 126′ x 18′, left Lyons on November 17 headed for its new home in the NYC Harbor.”
All photos by Bob Stopper.
. . .it turns out Horace Greeley might not be the author, and John B. L. Soule, who may have been, had some harsh ideas about people.
I use it as explanation for something new I’m doing. Today I head over toward the pushpin to the right . . . Narragansett Bay, where I board a small passenger ship that has hired me as onboard lecturer. By July 12, we expect to be in Chicago via the route indicated. I am thrilled! The red dots are overnight stops, and the greenish ones are daytime stops for such tasks as lowering and raising the wheelhouse.
Here was Grande Mariner along the west side of Manhattan back in May 2016,
and here are two shots of her sister vessel farther upstate taken in 2013 and 2014.
The challenge I’m giving myself is to post each day of the westward journey, using photos from that day. Note that these ships with telescoping wheelhouse are truly Eriemax, designed to carry 100 souls along inland waterways on weeks-long voyages. My job is to present lectures every other day on topics ranging from wars along these waterways to 19th century canal fever to the storied and obscure cast of characters who lived along the waterways (e.g.., Seeger, Fulton, Rockefeller, Freed, Stanton, Tecumseh, Brock, Hanks) . . . to –of course–the variety of shipping working there.
In a way, it’s a 21st century version of the D & C route for which there’s the poster below.
If you don’t hear from me for a few days, just know I’m hoping to be somewhere along that route.
Here was the previous installment. And here were the cargos and places of summer. And if you missed it previously, here’s an article about Seaway Supplier I published in Professional Mariner last year. The first six photos are used with permission from Seaway Marine Group.
Trucks like the ones with the white tanks transport stocks of fish from hatcheries to water bodies, in this case Lake Ontario. Here’s the first time I noticed one of these trucks on the highway.
Off Oswego, it’s ready, aim,
Elsewhere at sites determined by the DEC . . . fish are brought in.
and the truck returns to shore for the next load.
The photos below all come thanks to Cathy Contant, who
works in the inlet and bay where I learned to swim almost 60 years ago. Back then, when a coal ship came in here, everyone had to get out of the water. But I digress.
How could I not recognize the lighthouse AND Chimney Bluffs way in the distance.
Here’s what Seaway Marine writes on their FB page: “We have transported 40 trucks, via 6 port locations stocking over 500,000 fish into Lake Ontario aboard our USCG certified landing craft, Seaway Supplier.”
Many thanks to Jake and Cathy for use of these photos.
Here was the first time I used this title.
America II looked resplendent bathed in a last burst of late afternoon sun yesterday.
She was one of several sail vessels out; here Pioneer seems headed over to a new loading point.
On a meteorologically different afternoon a few weeks ago, I caught Lettie G. Howard out headed for the Kills. Here was another spring when I caught Lettie under very bare poles.
No words . . . no gilding the lily!
Pioneer heads back to the dock.
Anyone know where Mary E is sailing from these days?
Thanks to Claude Scales for use of his Topaz photo. All other photos by Will Van Dorp, who has used the title “autumn sail” much more frequently. And if you have not yet read my article about sailing to Cuba last winter, you can read it here.
Here are the previous 17 iterations of this title. I thought of this the other day when there were three others photographing with me along a short stretch of the KVK.
Recreation along the waterway there has been popular for a very long time. I took this photo recently at Noble Maritime at –you guessed it–Sailors Snug Harbor. I’m always surprised at how many people say that fine institution is on their list but they’ve not yet gone. More on this soon. Go.
Here’s another photo from Noble Maritime. Can you identify anyone on this 1878 photo?
Did you guess it? Taking the air along or on the waterways puts you in fine company.
Some folks works there, possibly because they enjoy that environment.
See the folks on this MSC vessel? Look near the middle of the M on MSC.
There. They’re probably waiting to assist the pilot off the ship.
Standing by with lines is critical.
As is having a refreshing cup of coffee . . . Enjoy the rest of these photos.
All photos here, including the one below, were taken by Will Van Dorp.
Recently I had the good fortune of crossing paths with David Rider of Seamen’s Church Institute, and what was he doing . . . photography. See his March 2016 shots here.
And for some reflection on taking better photos, check out this Youtube pilot video. I hope more in the series get made, if they haven’t already.
Condolences to the families, comfort to all the friends, and gratitude to those who so quickly responded.
I took these photos in March 2008. The tragedy touched me and a lot of folks I know quite hard.
Let me share this photo that comes from William Lafferty, who says “Here’s something of historical interest, perhaps. It’s the Brother Collins in the midst of being transformed into the Curly B. at the dock of the Calumet Marine Towing Corporation under the Skyway Bridge on the Calumet River at South Chicago, in 1979. The transformation took a long time, and wasn’t completed until 1982, begun, I think, in 1977. It would, of course, become the ill-fated Specialist.”
Here’s one of my favorite hymns, which seems to fit entirely here.