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Read those place names: Shellsea, Rowboaten, Flushwick, Rikers Reef, and Yankee Aquarium. Then there are landmasses like CUNY Island. The map called NY Sea is the creation of Jeffrey Linn, an Urban Planner/Designer, focusing primarily on walkable communities and Safe Routes to School issues. He writes, “I do a lot of mapping and GIS in my career. These maps are a bit of a tangent, but I’ve always focused on how sea level rise will impact cities, so it fits in well with my urbanist background. What got me interested in creating these maps is a fascination with how landscapes can change over time.” Jeffrey adds that although it can be “depressing for some to look at the maps . . . the place names help to lighten the mood.”
Click on the map itself for more of Jeffrey’s work. I wonder what the sixth boro would look like if there map were extended about 40 miles in either direction. I know Mount Mitchill (scroll) would be the high point of the area. And as water levels rise, there may be a day like Seth Tane captures here in the subway . . .
For a similar treatment of San Francisco, click here.
And vessels currently or recently in the sixth boro . . . I wish I’d gotten a photo of Ernest Hemingway.
And this one . . . Ice Base, which I noticed the first time bowsprit one day when my imagination was working faster than my eyes, and I saw Ice BABE. At least I though I did. Well, previously I had seen and my camera still thinks it saw Surfer Rosa!
Then last week . . I saw Charles Oxman venture into the Kills for the first time in ages with destination Casablanca. Seriously, I thought it had been sold foreign! In fact it was headed to the newly dubbed Rio Blanco, a fitting moniker for the frozen North River, which appears only briefly some years.
As I write this from just west of Murky City and Bergen Bar . . . I am grateful to Jeffrey Linn for use of his intriguing maps, another of which you can see here.
All the events that follow actually happened; watch the photographic evidence. Before working this week one day, I had a rendezvous with Bowsprite along the KVK for spotting ships. Like many folk especially along the sixth boro, Bowsprite and I can shapeshift.
Not seeing Bowsprite, I sat on a convenient rock to make fotos of a tanker. My aging eyes read the name as Ice Babe.
I turned to the east when I heard some friendly hissing; how appropriate on this hazy day to see a haze-colored swan.
The swan swam on, and to my delight, I saw the bimonthly Brazilian orange juice tanker, Orange Wave. Remember I told you about my drinking habit here?
Suddenly I sensed I was no longer alone on that rock; Bowsprite had appeared . . . out of nowhere, it seemed. She was alternately drawing Ice Babe (she insisted the name was Ice Base, and her eyes are better than mine), and brushing some KVK seaweed off her shoulder. And where was that swan?
As Orange Wave neared, Bowsprite’s ever-moving brush started to transfer the juice vessel’s lines onto a page of her sketchbook.
The magic of the swan-white tanker, swooping bow like a curved neck, gliding over the hazy bay . . . came swimmingly into her sketchbook.
HanJin Portland . . . when it arrived with its polychromatic deckload, the spell seemed broken. Bowsprite suggested she’d walk me to the ferry. Why didn’t she say . . .”let’s go to the ferry,” I wondered.
About a quarter mile from the ferry, she asked me to carry her sketchbook, then waded into the bay. She distracted me my pointing to a strange sign inland. When I turned back to her,
I saw only this swan. It swam northward, and then took
flight. With quickened step, I made for the
ferry. And went to work.
Photos of or by WVD.
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