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Last May I traveled willingly into around a corner in time . . . enjoyed it, and posted the “fifth dimension” series that ended with this post. So I toying with the idea of strolling into another. Sadly, about all I know about these photos –other than that they show the sixth boro as it was more than half century ago–is the dates and some names. I hope someone can add some information.
NYPD, 1949. Launch is named for Patrolman/Boatswain’s Mate 2nd class Robert Steinberg, who died in March 1945 while serving in the Navy.
1951 departing (for where?) troopship City of Keansburg. Tug is unidentified.
1952. Lehigh Valley Victor. Notice the Woolworth Building near the left margin of the photo and the Singer Building –demolished 1968– near the center. Is Victor considered a tug?
July 1952 . . . Carol Moran and two other tugs, near Haverstraw.
1953. East River . . . tugboat is Manhattan, floating property of the Department of Docks but I’ve found nothing else. The building partially shown along the left is 70 Pine–I think, and the building in the center of the photo is 120 Wall.
Photo taken by Allen Baker in April 2014 . . . last week . . . of a USS Slater, launched and patrolling the oceans before the photos in this post were taken. Obviously, I’d love to know more about all these vessels.
All these photos can be found in the NYC Municipal Collections.
Oh . . if you recognize the “corner in time”reference in the first line . . . here’s the music, one of my all time favorites.
I’ve been thinking a lot about transitionings myself these days. I might have one coming soon . . . . More on that in a bit.
One summer as a kid I suffered from impetigo. I was terrified because I thought I’d end up scarred as badly as a neighbor . . . . Charles D looks to be suffering into a serious case of something . . .
most likely “prepacitis.” Her partner doesn’t seem to have great coating health either . . .
Alam Aman II might have been away from Port Kelang pretty long. . . . By the way, where is that port?
I had to look it up.
As for my own transitionings . . . well, I go in for a drug test tomorrow, if that tells you anything.
Not worried, though . . . I haven’t even had to study.
Happy Earth Day. Well . . every day should be that, and although I recall and participated in the very first one in 1970, I’m no longer so enamored of the name. Planet Day would be better, and of course every day should be that as well. Actually . .. I’m rather more attracted to declaring this and every day Sea Day. Actually, every day already is, with a parade of random vessels making their way past the KV buoy every day all day.
See that random stuff floating in the foreground on KVK waters?
This was at my feet that same day, all arranged by tide and wind and buoyancy. And here’s more.
Some these pics I took a month ago, a day I’d just heard about the search for the tragic Malaysian Flight 370. What struck me as strange was the reporter’s reference to “sea junk” … a term that seemed to suggest the sea was responsible for debris of all sorts floating there.
Calling it “our junk” would make more sense.
Today is also the 50th anniversary of the opening of the 1964 World’s Fair. If you don’t think the world has changed much in a half century, watch The Magic Bus, a video about a journey from California to the World’s Fair.
OK . . . let’s go back to today. I got work to do. Look at this desk junk . . . my desk. Note the logo on cup and guarded by the feline.
Let mer see . . . happy see day.
Here just over a year ago was the release information about the documentary.
And here’s the BIG announcement: the world premiere of the documentary will happen Wednesday, May 7 at 7 pm at the Brooklyn Heights Cinema and tickets for that evening’s fare . . . including ours are now on sale. Click here for directions to Brooklyn Heights Cinema on Henry Street. If you haven’t seen the documentary, we DO turn back the clock on some of the skeletons in the yard.
Just over a week ago, I stopped to look at the yard from outside, from the muddy margins. Some photos are below. In 2011, Gary Kane and I had permission to film inside the yard from a leaky rowboat, and the footage of “beautiful ruins” comes to you directly from the leaky rowboat. By the way, I had a hand-powered bilge pump that kept our equipment dry.
Fragments with a wading bird,
disintegration with graffiti,
terminally rusted disrepair,
debris still morphing but identifiable,
ravaged whole machines juxtaposed with live ones.
Here was the 2010 end of the “graveyard” series . . . all photos shot in the ship graveyard. Use the search window to see segments 1 through 3. And here is the end of the “ghost puzzles” series, all photos I shot while we were filming the scrapyard portion of the documentary.
Unrelated to some degree, click here for my latest photos in Professional Mariner magazine.
Enough frivolity. Be nice today and loving.
All these photos I took in Brooklyn locations in September 2009.
Brooklyn Navy yard. . . .
Some decades ago, I knew a schooner in Newburyport called Hearts Desire, but otherwise, there is a dearth of vessels with nomenclaturus valentinus. Why?
Although bowsprite put something different up, here’s my favorite one of her past V-day posts.
Along this stretch of . . . bird habitat, Meow man has signed in . . .
and an official boat might just be verifying the authenticity.
Meanwhile, I’m just over two miles off the center of the VZ Narrows bridge . . . doing some of my own verifying. Those round objects . . . half a dozen of them . . . are they . . .
. . . could they be . . see that one splash . . .
harbor seals? This one seems to negotiate for that rock with . . . a ruddy turnstone . . . ?
See the press release here for the NYC Audubon tours here.
Read here about the seal scientists who were on board yesterday also.
What is that canoe-shaped object in the upper left side of this photo?
Anyhow, forget about the cold and book a seal and bird tour . . . on only a few Sunday trips left.
All photos by Will Van Dorp. Nearly three years ago I reported on a seal I interviewed on Fire Island.
Somehow . . . don’t ask me how . .. meow man seems to have “signed” what used to be a white ceramic mug that usually occupies my desk. How DID he deliver that? . . . !@#@!!
This post marking a personal milestone passed already five years ago. Today’s post marks the fact that now I’m officially old enough to opt for the thin slice of retirement money or a senior price ticket on New Jersey Transit.
The photo below shows one of my high points of my past year. I’m the more enclosed guy with the black cap. And you might wonder where this is?
Here are two clues that’ll help you situate that high point, the aluminum portion and the
And here I’m standing on the edge of a trough.
Many thanks to Chris Ware for the top photo and to Brian DeForest for the one directly above.
I am deeply grateful for a chance at another year of living . . . exuberantly. Here was seven years ago.
What caught my attention was the towed side-by-side barge arrangement in the KVK,
GL 65 and 66,
with Stephanie Dann hanging off the stern.
Once between Stapleton and Bay Ridge, the tow was re-made and
and Sarah Dann took the two out the Narrows.
Forty-eight hours later, they are still southbound, almost 350 nautical miles out of the sixth boro and off Cape Hatteras, and still southbound.
So I have this question . . . so since there are southbound train songs, why do I know no southbound tow songs.
All fotos by Will Van Dorp.
Back in June 2013, I went to this auction and needed a hard hat. My friend Jonathan Atkin just walked up to an electrical contracting crew, asked for a hard hat, and received one. It was red and scuffed up. I wish I’d taken a “before” pic.
Yesterday, hanging out with my daughter near Atlanta, I asked her if she’d paint it. I had no idea she’d turn it into a piece of nautical sistine chapel ceiling.
Since New Year’s Eve is a popular time to wear unusual headgear, I offer my hard hat.
Happy 2014 to all. I pray it be safe and rewarding, especially for all daughters and sons and parents and relatives.
Here’s what I did around this time last year as a look back. As intro, I’d say about the same this year about the number of new fotos and the way I chose these. Subjective is the operant word.
January 2013 . . . one day I caught a seldom seen Jennifer Miller passing Robbins Reef with the salt pile in the distance.
In February, shooting from almost the diametrically opposed location . . . I caught Baltic Mercur leaving Red Hook bound for sea. I’ve no idea which Vane tug is in the foreground.
In late March looking north from the high point in old San Juan, PR, I caught Sea Star’s SS El Morro headed into port. If you look carefully “above” the large splash in the foreground, you’ll see the mast of the pilot boat headed out to meet El Morro.
April 2013 . . . as seen from the now-closed walkway on the Bayonne Bridge, I caught Atlantic Compass headed for sea and escorted by two tugs, only Responder being visible. For other fotos of this moment, click here.
It was a year of gallivants for me, this 2013. I’ve been toying with other words for trips away, even made-up ones like guy-ivants. Roverings? Tramps? Anyhow, this foto was one of many I took along the Columbia, here looking from Oregon over to the Washington side. The trip to visit Seth Tane also propelled me in late May and early June to travel back in “sixth boro” time through what I called the fifth dimension.
Out at the Narrows in June, I caught SSV Corwith Kramer racing into port ahead of Maersk Detroit and a rainstorm.
And I have to cheat for June and put up two fotos . . . although many fascinating visitors come and go, how often does a vessel like this enter our fair port . . . Turandor PlanetSolar. If I hadn’t been forewarned via AIS, I would have seen this and doubted my eyesight . . . or more. For closeups, click here. For the annual gathering of mermaids for which the sixth boro AND the land boro of Brooklyn are famous, click here.
July . . . brought an opportunity to see this x-bow supply vessel named Copacabana entering . . . a place I’d long dreamed of . . . greater Rio de Janeiro, aka January River, which generated 25 posts. This hiatus from the sixth boro was huge, since it has left me with a case of chronic and possibly incurable wanderlust. Meeting Copacabana here is the intriguingly named Log In Amazonia.
August in the sixth boro saw this scene along Rockaway Beach, which I renamed NYC’s potential copacabana. George W here was part of many efforts to respond to the blow of Sandy.
As I said at the outset of the post . . . subjective is the key descriptor in regards to choosing fotos for this retrospective. For September, I skimmed through the month’s fotos, zooming past the North River Tug Race and the Waterford Roundup . . . and what caught my attention was this looming shape of Marjorie B. McAllister . . . getting a makeover and as seen from the middle of the KVK.
October 2013 . . . this early morning bunkering set-up at the passenger terminal involves Chesapeake Coast moving in sternwise . . .
Here is November, I caught Freddy K Miller moving a construction barge away after a long-ongoing project on Governors Island. Click here for a June 2013 event on Governors Island that changed the south end quite dramatically in less than a minute . . . start to finish.
And finally . . . December in the sixth boro was as snowy as you might expect NYC to be as winter approaches. Balder here offloads road salt as Twin Tube approaches to make a delivery. Balder, by now, is back in the American tropics.
When I showed this foto to my brother-in-law here in Atlanta, he mentioned that his aggregate company uses Balder ‘s fleetmate named Barkald to transport kaolin from Greenland to Savannah. He then gets it through his yard near Atlanta on its way to Tennessee to a glazed tile making plant. I chuckled, partly because I recall seeing Barkald in the sixth boro a few years back and never imagined kaolin as one of her cargos. And that’s a good way to end this retrospective, global commerce surely makes strange and unexpected hold-sharers if not bedfellows.
All fotos by Will Van Dorp, who remains either parked and smelling the scenery or on the road . . . still in Georgia. And believe it or not, as I was headed down to Georgia a few days ago, this great song came on the radio . . . enjoy!
Happy New Year 2014 soon. Many thanks to all who read, commented, and helped me in many kinds of ways in 2013.