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Many thanks to Bjoern Kils of nymediaboat.com for use of this foto. Check out Bjoern’s website here.
And many thanks to Phil Little for the rest of these shots. I’m certain Phil won’t object to sharing the text that accompanied these fotos, as it too captures the moment:
As of this writing, I believe the two Foss tugs are refueling, resupplying, and possibly re-crewing . . . in preparation to return to sea for the next job.
Bjoern and Phil . . . thanks much.
Bowsprite tattooed my back about two years ago, and I never felt a thing, didn’t even know about it til a few days later. See evidence in the eighth foto here. The tattoo she incised had the best feature: dynamism. Without washing or submitting myself to laser-burn or chemical-peel ink removal, that design–beautiful as it was– disappeared; pristine skin prevailed and could morph again.
Being a tabula rasa is the beauty of the sixth boro as it exists today. Not pristine as 500 years ago, it’s nevertheless mostly cleaner than it was 50 years ago. And unencumbered. The land right down to the sea’s threshold submits to the struggles and gainful laborings of planners and builders, but the water resists. Change is constant here, like light.
May the two above paragraphs exorcise the defensiveness I’m feeling these days. Repeatedly I feel restored by the surprises borne in and out upon the expanse of water I call the sixth boro. Like this, yesterday. I dismissed it at first as a replica.
One goal I had yesterday was to get a frontal shot of the figurehead on Eos, but not finding a conveyance, this is the best I could get of Anh Duong‘s work. Today these eyes behold . . . the cliffs of Hoboken; some months from now they may look upon the skyline of Moorea Bay.
Trawler Fluke . . here today . . . who knows where next month.
Ventura lives in North Cove and sails here outside the Narrows.
All fotos taken in the past weeks by Will Van Dorp.
A short post today . . . it’s December and just to call it windy out is an understatement along the lines of saying that in winter the sixth boro is less hot than in June, that sex is just exercise, and that this video is a fenderbender.
Oh, well . . . enjoy these fotos: Specialist II slings a string (strings along a sling?) of rock scows into the confluence of the East (so-called) River and the Hudson. That’s
Red Hook container port in the background, with the nose of Mary Whalen protruding from behind the blue warehouse.
And here’s a catch-up from my Philly posts of last week: when Captain Dann towed the Lockwood 2002 barge south-bound the cargo looked
all boxed up like this. Maybe something headed south or east for Sinterklaas?
All fotos by Will Van Dorp.
Thanks to Carolina Salguero of PortSide NewYork for calling that video to my attention.
And since I’m linking to videos today, see this one, a music video that uses the Witte scrapyard as backdrop. I really like the music, but I think the ship remains in the Arthur Kill location should be the main event, NOT the backdrop.