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I’ve done other East River series, but it’s time to start a new one. The next 12 photos were taken yesterday over a total elapsed 11 minutes! I happened to be near South Street Seaport in hopes of catching santacon craziness there, as I did many years ago here.
A longer shot reveals a clutch of kayakers, which I hadn’t seen while shooting.
Down by Red Hook, I see Frances approach with two barges of aggregate.
Dean Reinauer passes, pushing a deeply laden
Those are the stacked lanes of the BQE with the Brooklyn Heights esplanade atop.
Buchanan 1 heads in the same direction as the other two units, but at a slightly greater speed than
Again . . . all in 11 minutes.
All photos by Will Van Dorp.
Bravo to the organizers and participants of the 2015 NYC race. It starts with a muster…
which looks different as you shift perspective.
It’s great to see race newcomers like Sea Scout Ship 243 out of Rahway NJ, and
By this point, some boats like Robert E. McAllister start to get impatient.
Muster then turns into a procession, filing straight toward the starting line and
showing the colors
as some newcomers catch up.
Next stage . . . it’s the tension on the starting line, feet digging into the starting blocks and muscles tensing, sort of.
and water starts to cascade away from the bows…
froth by the ton.
But when the quick minutes of the race have elapsed, the first boat down the course is the impatient Robert E. McAllister.
And almost as in a triathlon, the dash down the course changes and the pushing starts.
All manner of paired struggle ensues.
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
Buchanan 1 was at work.
The government boats were out like Liberty V and
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.
Sorry for the hiatus in posting. I was out at sunrise New Years Day . . . but more on that in a moment.
Part of my silence was attributable to verizon. The rest . . . was because I decided to ACT on new year’s resolutions, not just make them.
The first photos after sunrise January 1 . . . Buchanan 1, who must have been towing a loaded dredge spois scow out as the new years whistles were blowing and fireworks blasting. Bravo, Buchanan 1.
The linemen/boom managers were out working, as
were the crews of Lucy Reinauer and pilot boat Yankee.
Jay Michael headed out with a scow load of dredge spoils, evidence that dredgers worked their way from 2014 to 2015.
And Bering Sea . . . heads west into the Kills, having passed Gotland Marieann.
All photos by Will Van Dorp.
Actually that title captures 98% of this blog’s +1800 posts. And just as elsewhere in Gotham or anywhere else, so on the sixth boro what work you see depends entirely on your station. And my station this particular day was Tchefuncte River’s Equitable Equipment‘s hull # 1428, delivered in August 1966 as Red Star Towing‘s New Haven. Now she’s Freddie K. Miller; I took the foto below just over five years ago when she was Stapleton Service. I use this foto here because a downside of being on the tow is my inability to get a foto OF the tow.
At 0520 hrs, dawn was sweetest and coolest, from this point a mile south of Miller’s Launch. When I reported at 0530, the Miller’s yard was already busy.
Douglas B. Gurion headed west for passengers. The ferry is named for a victim of September 11.
0730 . . . we had passed under the Brooklyn Bridge and now could feast on this potpourri of Manhattan skyline. Side by side on the right are Gehry’s flowing-facade 8 Spruce (2011) and Gilbert’s spiky-tower (1913).
0815 . . . the crew have tied to the ConEd dock and Weeks’ crew has begun setting the spuds, for stability as the load is transferred. My very general understanding of this load is that ConEd purchased equipment from Manufacturer M. Company A trucked it to the Weeks yard because installation by land (by Company B) was less feasible than installation from water. Miller’s job was to move equipment on crane barge to ConEd so that Weeks–with collaboration from Company B–could set equipment exactly where it will be used.
Since my self-appointed job is to record details, check out Carolina IV, sailing westbound on the East river . . . hailing from Stockholm, Yes, sailing! and . . . yes . . . that Stockholm while
1215 . . . the spuds are up, the crane boom lowered and secured, Freddie K Miller has spun off the dock and now heads back westbound for the Weeks yard. If the grayish vessel in the foreground is locally known as a “honey boat,” then this has to be one of the sweetest scenes possible in these parts.
Meanwhile, close to Manhattan, Asphalt Star takes on bunker fuel from a Vane barge. That black hose . . . that’s like the hose at the pump where you fill your car tank.
By 1400, I’ve said my thanks to the crew of Freddy K Miller —who await their next job on this or another vessel–and the dispatcher, and take a break to examine a familiar sight: Alice, she who inspired my first ever blogpost!!