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I don’t want to be too predictable with this title.
Check out Miss Madeline and Emma Rose on a foggy morning.
Later that foggy day, it was Everly Mist and Emma Rose.
That same foggy day, Kirby Moran and Kimberly Turecamo saw Northern Jubilee out of town.
Heading for the next job, Alex and Marjorie B. McAllister pass my location, like a brace of oxen I never photographed when I could have back in the 1980s.
Here Patrice and Ava M overtake Ever Fame and travel to their next appointment.
Justine and Ava see OOCL Brussels into port. Invisible here is Patrice on the far side.
As Nicole Leigh waits with RTC 135 at IMTT, Josephine passes by with RTC 83.
Cape Fear gets an assist from Wye River.
Fells Point gets an assist from Cape Fear.
All photos, any errors, WVD, who will soon be making a major but temporary change of venue.
It’s a 24/365 proposition for a petroleum hub. Here Potomac stands by while
DoubleSkin 58 lighters Kuwaiti crude from Odori.
Tanker Boxer settles in with assistance from JRT Moran and
Jonathan C Moran to hold her in place while dock lines get set out. More on the line boats doing their part in a future post. I’m intrigued by Boxer as a name for a tanker.
Meaghan Marie assists as Philadelphia eases
DoubleSkin 503 into a west end dock at IMTT.
For a time, I thought Genesis Vigilant and Justine McAllister were drifting
randomly in proximity to each other, but when the Genesis tug moved into the notch to make up to GM 8001, it was clear there were an assistance plan.
All photos, any errors, WVD.
Coincidental, here’s what I found when I looked up the term “odori.”
Here are previous “moving fuel” posts.
The photo below is from May 2011, a really long time ago, I concluded after looking through the archives. I believe that is the first time Sassafras appeared in tugster, and if she were a land vehicle, I’d want to check then odometer . . .
as I saw her yesterday, appearing also for the first time here . . . George Holland.
Sassafras became George Holland way back in 2019, but since she’s not in the photo archives, I just didn’t get a photo of her until yesterday.
It’s only paint and ink showing ownership, but different paint gives a whole new look,
just a fog versus sunshine does.
Welcome George Holland.
All photos, WVD.
A few photos from the recent week . . . like Cape Fear heading over to Gowanus Bay and
Miss Madeline coming from there, passing the KV buoy and
more . . ..
Notice anything unusual but entirely understandable about the photo immediately below?
The barge is the 80,000 bbl Edwin A. Poling and the
tug is Saint Emilion, usually mated with barge A87.
All photos, WVD, who will be inland and rolling on the rails most of the month of March….
Call this a continuation of yesterday’s post, but this is a model bow set . . . . Given all the features that could be discussed, focus on these for oldest/newest, smallest/largest, and least/most horsepower. Also, one of these does not fit with the others, although all are tugboats.
Douglas J
Doris Moran
Philadelphia
Again, identify the oldest/newest, smallest/largest, and least/most horsepower.
James William Here she appears to be towing a mooring into Erie Basin Brooklyn.
Millie B and Louis C. These two certainly do not fit in with this post, but . . . I’m posting this photo anyhow. Previously, Millie B has appeared here. Louis C has appeared here. I hope you’re getting ready with your answers.
Rowan M McAllister
Adeline Marie
All photos and any errors, WVD. All info here thanks to Birk Thomas’ invaluable tugboatinformation.
Ready? No cheating.
Just guesses.
Answers?
Oldest is Rowan M, and newest is Philadelphia. 1981 and 2017.
Smallest considering both length and beam is James William, and longest is Doris Moran although Douglas J is the beamiest. Lengths are 77′ and 118′.
Least horses is James William, and most is Douglas J. They range from 2800 hp to 4800 hp.
Besides Millie B, the outlier is James William because she has a push-knee bow–rather than a model bow. Also, she’s the only triple screw here.
Even on overcast days, the sixth boro aka NY harbor offers sights. It’s long been so; here’s much abridged paragraphs 3-5 Chapter 1 of Moby Dick:
[People] stand … fixed in ocean reveries. Some leaning … some seated … some looking over the bulwarks of ships from China… [some] pacing straight for the water… Nothing will content them but the extremest limit of the land… They must get just as nigh the water as they possibly can without falling in. And there they stand… infallibly [move] to water… Why did the poor poet of Tennessee, upon suddenly receiving two handfuls of silver, deliberate whether to buy him a coat, which he sadly needed, or invest his money in a pedestrian trip to Rockaway Beach? Why is almost every robust healthy [youth] with a robust healthy soul… at some time or other crazy to go to sea? Why upon your first voyage as a passenger, did you yourself feel such a mystical vibration, when first told that you and your ship were now out of sight of land? Why did the old Persians hold the sea holy? Why did the Greeks give it a separate deity, brother of Jove? Surely all this is not without meaning…. we ourselves see in all rivers and oceans … the image of the ungraspable phantom of life; and this is the key to it all.”
OK, so that might be over the top, but I find at least as much entertainment along the water as in all the other places in NYC. Maybe that makes me a hermit, but that’s irrelevant. Can you name these boats?
At less than 10 miles an hour, trade comes in, commerce of all sort goes on.
different hour different goods,
different tasks,
different energies
and errands
by different
companies . . .
All photos, WVD.
And in order, Jonathan C Moran, Meaghan Marie, Ellen McAllister, Andrea, Schuylkill, Rowan R McAllister, Thomas D Witte, Susan Miller.
I caught her at the fuel dock the other day, and knew a bit of back story. Do you recall seeing her before on this blog?
Since she was fueling and I was not waiting around for that process to end, I left. I wish I’d gotten a 360-degree view, because changed paint really changes appearance.
She used to be Marion Moran, as seen in these Bayonne Bridge April 2013 photos
here muscling a HanJin container ship around Bergen Point.
Another new name . . . Marilyn George, stencilled on for now.
As you can see, before that she was Steven Wayne and before that . . .
she was
Patapsco, as seen here in a September 2008 photo.
Welcome Marilyn George and Topaz Coast. All photos, WVD.
Here are previous riverbanks posts, although for some inexplicable reason, they are not indexed in order.
Name the riverbank in the image below?
Above and below, that’s Manhattan, as seen from about 30 miles out. It would take another four hours before we passed the 59th Street Bridge. The darker image in the center of the photo below is Vane’s Brooklyn, which we were following.
The sunset colors below in the photo below taken about an hour after the top photo were stunning.
Three hours later we approached the Hell Gate bridges. See Thomas D. Witte hidden in the lights?
Passing the northern tip of Roosevelt Island, the refurbished lighthouse looked like this, compared with
this image of the very same lighthouse I’d taken only eight days earlier. The Nellie Bly “faces” tribute there is worth seeing by day. The main channel passes to the left in the photo below.
Here is said 59th Street Bridge looking at the Graduate Hotel (No, that’s not a 1967 movie reference.) and some buildings of Cornell Tech.
New on this bank of Manhattan are the American Copper Buildings, here
framing a seasonally-lit Empire State Building . . . ESB. That belt joining the two . . . that houses a swimming pool.
The repurposed Havermeyer Sugar building has just added a new but retro sign, alluding to the former enterprise of the building.
Behold the 120-year-old Williamsburg Bridge
and then eventually the 140-year-old Brooklyn Bridge. The 113-year-old Manhattan Bridge is in between the two.
After rounding the “horn,” we headed up the North River for the Hudson, passing other new buildings framing the ESB. This twisting pair is called The Eleventh. The ghostly white tower is the Bank of America Tower, and below it is IAC.
Notice a pattern here in framing the ESB? The “web” of course is The Vessel, a structure whose origins by water I posted about here and here.
Looking toward the Manhattan side of the GW Bridge, that red speck at its base is the “little red lighthouse” at Jeffreys Point made obsolete by the GW itself.
As down broke, we were north of Poughkeepsie, breaking ice and about to turn into the Rondout.
All photos, WVD, who hopes you’ve enjoyed this phantasmagorical sequence of the five boros as seen from the sixth.
I made my way through all the weird car wrecks on the Belt Parkway this morning to get to my cliff just before sunrise. A small bulk carrier headed to Gravesend Anchorage while a tanker was anchored farther out. About those wrecks . . . three multiple-car collisions in same-direction lanes between Woodhaven and the VZ . . . what is it about impairment and driving that people don’t yet know!!?
Motorboat Yankee headed out to the mothership.
Miss Emma McCall was just off the USCG quarantine station.
From a different perspective, this is bulk carrier/general cargo vessel Meloi anchored.
When the sun rose, it painted ABC-1 and pilot boat New Jersey in light.
Philadelphia and
Josephine waited to rejoin their barges.
Sunlight began to hit the tops of the cranes on Castlegate, a bulker with Chilean salt.
All photos, WVD.
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