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The bridge photo at the end of part A was of Kristin Poling, right after she’d been taken out of service. In her long life from 1934 until 2011, she carried the nameplates of Poughkeepsie Socony, Mobil New York, and Captain Sam, before taking on her last name.
Here’s a shot from the bow, and
here from near the stern looking forward along the catwalk.
This is one of my all-time favorite photos. I wonder where this Coastie is today.
A decade ago, Maurania III worked in the harbor, here alongside the venerable Chemical Pioneer and
here muscling Suez Canal Bridge around Bergen Point.
APL Coral was scrapped in 2017, I believe. Anyone know what those bolts of green fabric are? By their location, I’d guess an anti-piracy measure. Nicole Leigh continues to work.
DEP’s Newtown Creek was in her last days; currently she’s a dive destination in Pompano Beach, FL known as Lady Luck.
Lygra (1979) went to Alang in 2018, after carrying that name as well as Centro America, Nornews Service, and Transfjord.
Does anyone know where Captain Zeke has gone to? I don’t. If I ever did, I’ve forgotten.
Catherine Turecamo assists SN Azzurra away from a dock. The tanker seems still to be working as Augusta; she’s also carried the names Blue Dolphin and Stena Commander. In 2014, Catherine T. went to fresh water and, the last I knew, became a Chicago area based John Marshall.
If you click on no links in this post except this one, you will be pleased; it’s the legendary 1937 commuter yacht Aphrodite. HERE is the link. Those all-caps are intentional.
Note the raked forward portion of Maersk Murotsu, getting an assist from Kimberly Turecamo. The tanker is currently known as Ardmore Seafarer, which I have seen but not photographed in the boro. It’s impossible to keep up . . . hang on to that thought until the end of the post.
And let’s close out with some busy photos, here Barbara McAllister moves a barge, East Coast follows light, and Gramma Lee T Moran assists a tanker. Barbara is now Patsy K.
And finally, the waters here are churned up by James Turecamo, Resolute, and Laura K Moran, as well as a few tankers off to the left.
All photos, WVD, who’s astonished how much changes if not daily or monthly but surely by decade.
And about that thought I asked you hang onto: I’m considering taking a break, a sabbatical, or as Chapter 17 of Moby Dick explains . . . a ramadan, a term used with respect. I say this as a solicitation of advice.
I hope you all enjoy looking at these retro posts as much as I do putting them together. I’m seeing that 2010 was the year I started to gallivant extensively, so the division for July 2010 retrospective is part a is for local, and part b will be for away.
Count the boats in the photo below! Greenland Sea is prominent, but in the distance, find a Staten Island ferry, QM2, Susan (?) Miller, a dredge operation where I see Rae, and a Reinauer tug (Ruth?) beyond that! Greenland Sea is now on the hard in Houma LA, the SI ferries run regularly but with fewer passengers due to the covid catastophes, QM2 is in Southampton, the Miller boats are still busy, Rae is kept in reserve for special projects designed for a 46′ tug, navigation dredging is over for now, and the Reinauer tugs have proliferated and keep busy.
Navigation dredging has created deeper channels, and the Bayonne Bridge has been raised. Miss Gill is now in Jacksonville FL, and GL 55, the dumper scow, is wherever work may require her.
The formerly-yellow submarine is located at the entrance to Coney Island Creek, a place I’ve not been to in almost a decade.
I never did identify the wrecks at the mouth of said Creek, which seemed then to have an abundance of blue-clawed crabs.
Jane A. Bouchard languishes along with the rest of the fleet, and Cape Cod, with one of the intra-port SSS barges here, has moved to Philly, last I knew.
Barbara McAllister pushes B. No. 262 with an assist from Ron G. Barbara has not been in the sixth boro in quite a while, the 262 is laid up, and Ron G has been sold south.
Cape Race arrives here in Atlantic Basin, with a much-changed lower Manhattan skyline. The former fishing trawler/now expedition yacht is currently on the Elbe, south of Hamburg.
Margot still “keeps on pushing,” although I’ve not seen her down in the sixth boro of late.
And here, Patty Nolan passes a wreck–I’ve not yet identified it . . . maybe you have–inside Sommerville Basin in coastal Queens. Patty Nolan has been on the hard a few years.
And here’s a photo taken exactly a decade ago today . . . an unnamed houseboat being towed from Peekskill to Queens, not a view you see every day. It’s Patty Nolan towing with gatelines. Here and here she tows other houseboats.
All photos, WVD, who wishes everyone health and patience in this difficult time. Also, these “retro sixth boro” posts take us back only one decade. It’d be great to locate more photos of identifiable locations going back 50 or so years, the fifth dimension of time photos.
Storm Juno was all hyperbole in the five boros . . . not as harsh as in eastern Long Island and southern New England, but it was cold the day after. Nevertheless, Mary Alice and Cheyenne were hard at work,
as was Mister Jim.
The same is true for Barbara McAllister and
Charles D.
Buchanan 1 was at work.
The government boats were out like Liberty V and
Driftmaster.
Of course, cold means demand for fuel . . and Matthew Tibbetts was moving it , as
was Crystal Cutler.
Joyce D. Brown was moving the railroad and
Treasure Coast had a barge astern headed south. Anyone know what cargo was/will be in the barge?
All photos by Will Van Dorp, who went out to see the sights after the storm.
Helen Laraway (1957) might be the only tug based in Coeymans, NY.
Thomas J. Brown (1962) . . . Staten Island based will always be a head-turner.
Charles A (1979) is another first-view for me.
Chesapeake Coast (201) has spent much of its career in the sixth boro.
Quantico Creek (2010) and USACE Hocking (?) enter the east end of the Kills, although I think Hocking was tracing a survey pattern.
Susan Miller (1981) moves a spud barge westbound.
Prospector (1982?) sank at the dock in high winds about two months ago and is being refurbished.
Also, high and dry for a shave and a make-over is Iron Mike.
And let’s call it a day with Barbara McAllister (1969).
All photos by Will Van Dorp, who hopes the internet folk keep the photos coursing through my local wires and those far off ones.
. . .or dino juice or geo sap. According to the US Energy Info Administration, the US consumes just under 20 million barrels of the stuff daily. Today, in less than a half hour, two tankers entered the Kills with a combined capacity (if I calculate correctly) of over a million barrels, or 5% of one day’s US consumption. First came Avra . . .
seen in by Brendan Turecamo. I’d guessed I’d never seen this tanker before
til it came close. Last time I took a foto of her, she sported flaky green paint and the name Altius . . . not Michele Iuliano, the raised metal name covered inadequately here.
Here are vestiges of her formerly green superstructure.
A previous time Americas Spirit came in, she made energetic use of her horn whistle as she plowed through the fog. Note: I wish I could perfect the art of whistling with that low penetrating pitch!
It seems from this itinerary that she’s in here once every two months.
Click here to see a report on her from some bloggers who watch the Straits of Canso.
Barbara McAllister and McAllister Sisters bring her in like a big catch, lots of juice.
All fotos today by Will Van Dorp.
First, in case you missed the links Lazer One put in the comments section of Arctic Shuttle Tanker, including his profile drawing of that cold weather tanker, check them here. I’ve also added Lazer One to my links list.
In the foto below, mirage-hovering on the horizon today . . . can you identify the company by color scheme?
It’s Torm Aslaugh, arriving with ice-caked manifold. For itinerary of past half year, click here.
Spray from hawse rinse (if that’s the term) has settled on the bow of Nord Intelligence before she left port today.
She was in the sixth boro about six months back. To see where she’s been since, click here.
Tanker Venice, before heading out today . . . it looked like she was steam-cleaning her manifold.
Ice removal perhaps?
Tugs like Atlantic Salvor and
Barbara McAllister has their share of
frosty glaze.
All fotos today by Will Van Dorp.
Take 2 . . . some the same, some different. Lynx southbound at 16:08.
Evening Star anchored at 16:09.
Christine McAllister anchored at 16:10.
Julia and Twin Tube attending Maersk Katarina at 16:13 at the 28 buoy.
Crystal Cutler heading for the Kills at 16:30.
Overseas Atalmar and bow of American Spirit at anchor . . . 16:37.
Another shot of Christine McAllister at 16:44.
Discovery Coast at 16:46.
Liberty V at 16:53 bound for Liberty Island . . . a crewboat.
Twisted #2 sign at the Battery looking toward Jersey City at 17:07.
Barbara McAllister preparing to remake the tow at 17:26.
Maserati VOR70 at the dock, heeled over for repairs, at 17:40
All fotos by Will Van Dorp.
I first used this title a year ago . . . when I caught morning light in December here. Solstice time for me . . . I want there to be light, preferably the golden kind outdoors. These fotos were all taken in less than 90 minutes. Lynx was southbound,
as was Joan Turecamo, each on the far side of a barge.
Maersk Katarina and Soley-1 awaited on the hook.
Overseas Atalmar did the same, closer to the Staten Island side.
As the sun declined behind Staten’s summit, a last gleam of sunlight did its magic.
A fortunate building in Brooklyn appeared to catch fire as
sun set over beyond the Kills.
Craig Eric Reinauer headed north and
Barbara McAllister slowed up to remake the tow.
All fotos by Will Van Dorp, whose batteries run low in this season when there’s a need for light . . . . If you’ve never been down at the Battery at sunset this time of year, it’s high time you treat yourself.
Here was 15.
Cargoes of all sorts move through the harbor. One that has always surprised me is this ore from the Congo in the first half of the 20th century.
Here’s a vessel–certainly empty as it was towed to drydock in the old Brooklyn Navy Yard earlier this week. I missed it but John Watson caught it. Any ideas? I believe I saw it in Wilmington back in mid-October.
It’s Falconia of the Corral Line, adapted to carry things that go “moo” in the night. Stephanie Dann and Ruby M act like drovers to get Falconia into its own private East River corral. Having grown up on an upstate NY dairy farm, I’d love to see a Corral Line vessel loaded and at sea; even better, anchored on a calm night in a comfortable harbor.
Here’s an additional shot of the cargo barged in last week from Canada, powered by the inimitable Atlantic Salvor. The cargo, if you missed last week’s post, is antenna sections for the World Trade Center.
Look closely at that patch of blue on Stolt Emerald‘s port side.
Although not cargo, it is truly unique application of paint . . . surfing penguins.
And finally, look at the frontmost cargo on Zim Virginia.
Here’s sideview of two Ford tow trucks, ones to be operated by wrecker drivers rather than towing officers. And that’s Barbara McAllister running alongside.
Many thanks to John Watson for the Falconia fotos.
I heard the foghorn (or is it called a ship’s horn?) for some time before I saw the vessel, but I knew I’d see Americas Spirit because of the AIS app on my phone. If I’d had my VHF with me, I’d also know from that which vessel approached and with whose assist.
With these and other elements of redundant technology, any vessel–like the small one below– in the vicinity would have slim chance of being surprised by a massive bow like this appearing unexpectedly out of the fog.
So if the question is . . . why do ships still use these spectacular horns even with all the others means of “seeing” through the fog? I suppose the answer is that redundancy is a good thing.
Click here for fog horns in San Francisco, but I believe the sounds from Americas Spirit were even lower pitched. Even at a quarter mile’s distance, I felt it as much as heard.
Once the docking rotation began, the horn ceased…
and Barbara and Responder pinned Americas Spirit to the dock.
That horn booming out of the fog, though, stays with me. It sounded almost human, like the breath wafting through and resonating within a wind instrument.
Next foggy day, head down to the Kills.
All fotos by Will Van Dorp.
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