Really Random Tugs 13

This NYPD officer of the peace got tugged right into a recent parade.  When that happens, you know all things could get downright disorderly.

This last June post is a melange of Pegasus and Lehigh Valley 79 in a setting rays irritating my camera,

Patuxent in the Philly dawn,

Sea Hawk approaching the St. John’s Bridge,

Patuxent redux,

Natoma docked in the Columbia,

Caspian Sea in the Delaware,

Surrie Moran in the same waters,

Aries in Portland,

Madeline,

Black Hawk,

more Black Hawk, 

Cape Henry,

again Madeline,

and finally Lewiston.

Rounding things out, it’s Siberian Sea in palm trees country aka the sixth boro, taken about a year ago.  I will resume the blog as soon as I can in a land with more palm trees

Thanks for reading the blog and sending comments either here or via email.  Sorry if I haven’t acknowledged everyone who’s sent along a tidbit or nice word.

If you’ve never taken a Working Harbor tour in NYC’s sixth boro, here’s info.  If you  know the sixth boro pretty well–especially the contemporary commercial aspects of it, you might even propose to them to narrate a tour.  That’s just me suggesting that, but there are folks who want to better understand the role of shipping and its interaction between the sixth boro and the five terrestrial ones.

Thanks to Seth Tane for the fotos of Aries, Black Hawk, Lewiston, Nahoma, and Sea Hawk.  All others by Will Van Dorp who hopes to next post from the obscure January River.

Random Vessels

… and random thoughts.  A ship with a name that recalls  inauguration anchored in the sixth boro Wednesday.  It seems that Faithful‘s sibling ships mostly end in -less.  Imagine the possible confusion given that siblings are Timeless, Priceless, Endless, etc.  “Yes, my dear, I just signed on to sail Faithless.”

All fotos taken by Will Van Dorp since January 20.

Snow’s not falling, but the temperature has

stayed wintry.  Ice coats Caspian Sea passing Opal Express, whose name flustered me from a distance when I read the second letter as “r” instead of “p.”  “Oral Express calling traffic.”  Possible confusion of names there too, like the “Ham Berry” v. Hammurabi of some months back.

New tugs (to me at least)

have arrived.   See her launch here!

TGI . . . getting toward spring.  Fifty degrees when I left work today.

Photos, WVD.

Caspian

It’s hard to believe Caspian Sea‘s never appeared on this blog before, but

each day plays out something new, each minute, each second even,

so imagine this post like an arc of a zoopraxiscope or

or Duchamps’  “Nude Descending”,

or just Caspian Sea (ex-Sea Tiger, ex-New Castle, ex-Jonathan T) steaming by me as I take a break on a drizzly day in Elizabeth and

and revive my urgency as my life ticks

on by . . .  stuff to do better, secrets to offload, fears to float test, people to get to know more completely.  Caspian . . . glad to meet you.  Times flies, sunrises launch, calendar pages flip, hours blur, seconds pulse  … I pant and still get behind.

All fotos by Will Van Dorp.