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Kirbyfication, which looks
Others, like Miss Yvette take things much more in stride from here (third foto down) to June 2011
this one last week. And a year from now, as she plys waters off Equatorial Guinea . . . what will that look like?
one of my sources was of no value.
For a thrilling transformation story, check out The Skipper & the Eagle, which relates how Horst Wessel became Eagle back in 1946.
Note the Crowley props and the orange-clad crew. Doubleclick enlarges image.
My question is this: what is the actual weight added to Swan by these five tugs, one barge, and one crewboat? Does the load change the draft of Swan at all, given that she like any vessel is ballasted as needed? And I do not know the answer.
For outatowners, these shots from Bay Ridge show the “west” end of the Verrazano Bridge. Yesterday’s fotos were taken from the bluff more or less just above the white dome of the lighthouse.
All fotos this morning by Will Van Dorp, who probably has one more installment on Swan. For the title, my apologies to Marcel Proust.
(Note: Doubleclick enlarges.) The title . . . those were the exact words John Watson emailed me last night. If the message had been “hawk is down” . . . or “condor …” it would have alarmed me, but instead I charged my camera so that right after work I could zoom over to Fort Wadsworth for these shots. By one, I found Alert loaded onto barge BFT No. 38, which
was already on Swan. Gabby Miller was present, of course. Lined up on the Brooklyn side was a cast of characters identified as
The three Crowley tugs glided onto Swan‘s back, extending beyond the hull on
For outatowners, that’s Manhattan in the distance looking across most of what’s called the Upper Bay. The Lower Bay is behind me, as is the Verrazano Bridge. On the right is the boro of Brooklyn. The red tugs are Charles D. McAllister and McAllister
Next on board . . . Socrates, who in spite of the fog, found
Cold waters of the KVK were not warmed by this swarm of colorful steel housing powerful engines. From left to right here: Margaret Moran, Torm Carina, Evening Mist, Joan Moran, and facing us on the far side of the waterway, North Fighter.
At the same moment less than a mile away and at the same moment, Louise Knutsen prepared to turn south, bound for sea. Her port of registry is posted as Haugesund, which I had to look up.
For some beautiful contemporary maritime paintings, check out the site of Melinda Hannigan here.
OKAY . . . I have to put up one more foto, taken just seconds after the lead foto in this post.
The harbor never sleeps, especially not with these neon safety colors mixed in. The warm colors might not warm the waters, but they do, the air. More Torm orange here and here; if I didn’t like that shade so well, I’d be tempted to call it “tormented orange.” Carina, despite Danish registry, was built in Korea. To see work at the Danish shipyard of Odense, click here.
Fotos by Will Van Dorp.
Quick post here. Laura K Moran rousts Westerhaven off the dock. Notice the docklines at the bow, starting to unlace like a shoe.
F. Dawson crosses the Buttermilk Channel.
Socrates gets some bottom scratching. Uh . . . if Socrates gets lavished with this sort of attention, who’s minding Sugar Express?
Why . . . Sugar‘s having a blast in the same shipyard–GMD–of course. Click here for some earlier fotos from GMD.
And to conclude, here’s GMD from the water . . . with North River and Sea Hawk waiting outside the door. By the way, does anyone know the specific role played by that (obsolete) horizontal antenna atop the building in the background right?
All fotos this week by Will Van Dorp.