The Fuelman Cometh

With apologies to Eugene O’Neill for the title, I rode a fuel boat around the sixth boro today.  No matter that it was 4 degrees above zero (-15 degrees centigrade) this morning, vessels run with passengers and the “station” comes to the boats –some of them–in this realm.  And if there’s ice like the facial features of Capt Davy Jones on the receptacle, it has to

be moved so that fuel can flow.

Enjoy these cold photos.

Here’s the fuel boat.

More soon.  Til then, I can’t wait to look at these photo in July when the sweat is dripping off me and I’ll looking to chill.

All photos by Will Van Dorp.

Watercolor 3

A little more watercolor from yesterday . . . the rainbow injects magic into what otherwise might just be distant Brooklyn waterfront, Clipper City, and a Staten Island ferry.

Here’s what creates the conditions for a rainbow.

Color on water, this time reflecting a certain survey boat with unique paint loss patterns.

You will notice an apparent repetitiveness in the next set of fotos of Frying Pan over at Pier 66 Maritime–my favorite place on the Manhattan waterfront, except not

really.  The evanescent colored shapes so took me that I just keep shooting as

Harvey‘s propwash made ripples and

swirls and pulsations and

teases, glimpses of  LV-115 Frying Pan‘s chartreuse hairy nether parts.

All was fine until I imagined what other situations exist that colors the

waters this living red or

rusty, risky brown .

All fotos by Will Van Dorp.