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Y . . . it’s not yachts, although they fascinate me.  Especially ones someone has “owned”

aaayxxlike Beija Flor . . .  Here’s the boat story, and the skipper story.


More accurately, what fascinates me is the ability of some to stumble onto and grow accustomed to extreme wealth, i.e., spending more in a year on vacations than I might earn in one decade, vacations on yachts like the next couple that follow.  When extreme yachts pass through the sixth boro, I pay attention.  Take Showtime (ex La Bella, Camille, Xilonen, Neninka, Kallista . . . she goes through a lot of owners, eh?) below, just sashaying into the Kills as if she were pushing fuel.  She is, sort of, well, carrying a lot:  10,000 gallons in the tanks to fuel her 2700 horsepower, just a little less than Zachery Reinauer‘s 3000 hp.  Showtime was for sale in January for a mere $4.9 m.


This 125′ loa is San Diego-registered, Mage . . .


A 1929 Ditchburn commuter, High Tea is/was? for sale for a much merer $800k.  The green-blue arched building in the background is the Governor’s Island ferry terminal aka Battery Maritime Building.


Elisa . . . foto taken of her in America’s playground at the Newburgh waterfront.  Check this link for Elisa at another yachting playground in the Med:  150′ loa and 3 gallons per mile


Moored at Chelsea piers is White Cloud, 220′ loa, 6000 hp, and 37,000 gallons fuel capacity!


But not everyone needs so many feet, horsepower, and fuel storage to enjoy the water;  this fishing yachtette lives over by the K-Sea yard, and the naming seems to have taken an influence from her business neighbors.


And I didn’t catch the name of this one. but because it lives in the marina (forgot the name) in the petro-district of Bayonne, it gets close enough for some frottage with tankers the likes of Fr8 Pride.


Youthful folks, no matter their age, enjoy the water with no need for yachts;  now there’s a secret never to lose.  No need for anything but water!  Nothing, although company is always a plus.


What asserts itself stronger and stronger in my life is the awareness of water’s attraction on me.  When I go to the water, either to be in or on or just near it, I recognize my yearning for it.  Water heals, inspires, challenges . . .  the verbs could keep flowing.  I yearn for it, and I’m glad to know I’m not alone in that.  Yearn yearn yearn . . . wasn’t there a song like that.  Oh well, some of you poets out there could rewrite the lyrics a bit.


Today’s NY Times had a Noah story.  I call it that because it’s about a boatbuilding project designed for personal salvation:  four “homeless” men in Poland meet at St. Lazarus home, where a charismatic priest creates conditions to spur these down-on-their-luck men to build a small ship to sail around the world.  Lost men (and women) sometimes need a ship to save themselves, to reconnect with their lives.  Here’s the link to story and slideshow.    Cast off all lines and yearn for challenge, for resuscitation.

All fotos by Will Van Dorp.; Beija Flor, today and all others yesterday.  Click on a foto to enlarge it.

Summer begins on Memorial Day, and the summer solstice does in some instances go by the term “midsummer’s day and night,”  calendars begone.   I spent a delightful and long day yesterday working at Portside in Red Hook and watching, among other things, the traffic in the sixth boro.  Like two schooners–Clipper City scantily besailed and Pioneer wearing its four-piece suit–plying their trade.  That’s Jersey City in the distance.


Here Clipper City motors out of the East River.  That’s the Wall Street area of Manhattan in the background.  Off Clipper City‘s stern is Buchanan 10, and passing far starboard is the powerboat High Tea.  More fotos of High Tea in a later post.  Does anyone know more about her?


A crew on Ellen S. Bouchard worked yesterday, as did a crew on Pioneer, in the distance.


Here’s a close-up of Buchanan 10.


And it made my day to see she-who-does-not-requite Alice come back into town.  I don’t know if the aggregates she carries come–as they used to–from the St. Croix River area, but what endeared her to me to begin with is the sheer tirelessness of this vessel.  That’s what started it all, and–so much for what I said about being resoluteAlice . . . I still have a place for you.

aamem4Summer 2009 . . . yesterday started you well.

All photos, WVD.

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