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This may be the one to look for, the one to satisfy the restless Peking, transport her back to Germany.
It’s not fake news, but I am speculating. Combi Dock 1 . . . might be the one, even though it’s currently approaching Singapore. For more vessels of their fleet, click here.
If you’re wondering about the title . . . BOLO, see here.
By June, I’ve heard, Peking will be in Germany, and after watching the barque in the sixth boro for over a decade, I’d have to go abroad to see her next transformations. Glenn Raymo, whose beat generally keeps him up river, happened to be having lunch in Bayonne yesterday and caught her move from her berth of the past has year to the one she occupied late last summer.
Many thanks to Glenn for permitting me to post these here, as not all of you do FB or off you do, are friends with Glenn. Foxy 3 and Robert IV do the honors with
the mighty L. W. Caddell on the far side. Note the salt pile and bulker Sakizaya Wisdom out beyond Peking.
Many thanks to Glenn for his serendipitous and striking photos.
Here are the two previous posts by this title, and more.
Juxtaposed boats invite comparison, allow perception of subtle difference, here between Marion and Doris.
It also gives a sense of the random traffic patterns, here about to pass the impatient Peking are (l to r) Michael Miller, Charles Burton, and way in the distance Robert E. McAllister.
Here , a few seconds later, Charles Burton‘s barge CVA-601 is about to obscure Chandra B–on a ship assist?– and Miriam Moran.
And a quarter hour later and from a different vantage point, it’s Stena Companion, Cielo di Milano, a Miller launch, Maersk Phoenix, and NCS Beijing.
All photos by Will Van Dorp.
I realize that snow days occur here every year, even though not as frequently as they might farther north, but the movement of a squall across the boros rewards with interesting photos in spite of the cold.
At 0925 the other day, Maersk Edgar was in the clear although a squall concealed the lower Manhattan skyline.
Corpus Christi was clear.
At 10:00 Weeks’ tugs Thomas and Shelby moved in to retrieve a crane as soon as they completed the salt pile job. That’s Dreggen in the background. Nearly eight years ago Thomas and a crane were involved in a job that involved fishing out a certain geese-ingesting aircraft from a forgiving North River.
Red Hook moves a barge past a snow-cloaked IMTT.
Emerald Coast heads out at 11:37.
Peking appears from the edge of space.
And here by noon, I was disappointed in my hopes to get a photo of Hyundai Pluto, entirely invisible beyond ACL Atlantic Cartier. The port may have been closed around this time because Hyundai Pluto had arrived inside the Upper Bay, then spun around–not a lightly undertaken feat–and headed out to the Long Beach anchorage. Atlantic Cartier anchored in Gravesend, and Atlantic Conveyer did the same off Stapleton, not a common occurrence for a containership. Or maybe I just misunderstood what what going on, my perception beshrouded from myself.
All photos by Will Van Dorp.
Photography means “light writing,” or writing with light. George Eastman said, “Embrace light. Admire it. Love it. But above all, know light. Know it for all you are worth, and you will know the key to photography.”
Obviously I’m interested in the subject matter, but playing with light makes the subject matter more fun.
“What makes photography a strange invention is that its primary raw materials are light and time.” John Berger
To comment on the ships, anyone know what product is being discharged from Tatjana? I believe that’s Frances alongside.
What makes getting up early so easy is this: the glow. Of course, I need to get out there to get the shot. As Henri Cartier-Bresson said, “It’s an illusion that photos are made with the camera….they are made with the eye, heart and head.”
That’s NS Stella above and High Strength and Harbour First below.
The photo of Silver Sawsan below was taken about half an hour after the previous ones, and the light by then is less rich, no matter how bright the orange is. Ernst Haas says, ““You don’t take pictures, the good ones happen to you.” And they USUALLY happen during that first hour after dawn and the last one before dusk.
I used to fish a lot, and I thought the same thing about fishing.
All photos by Will Van Dorp.
Let’s start with Bjoern’s photos from a month ago just about already. The New York Media Boat runs almost all year round and provides wet and cold weather gear.
Actually I took this photo, intending it as a baseline photo for the process of preparing the barque to travel the Atlantic next spring, on the deck of a heavy lift ship. I took this photo near Caddell Dry Dock almost two weeks ago.
A really gallivanting Larry Seney took the next few photos in Hawaii: Namahoe,
Thanks to Alex Weiss for this photo of Independence.
Ted M sent this papa smurf aka Pleon photo taken in early August in New Bedford. Now it’s over in the Arthur Kill.
And the last photo comes from an East River jogger, Art Feinglass, who took this photo of Navigator passing the old Domino Sugar refinery, an architect’s playground.
Thanks to Bjoern, Larry, Alex, Ted, and Art for these photos.
Given the glorious sunshine, the transition from summer to fall begs another series. Let’s start with Maule,
2/3s of her escort, and
a fraction of her crew.
Following in Maule‘s wake, Helsinki Bridge arrives, here with half its escort.
McKinley Sea traverses the Upper Bay and passes
In the harbor was Cordula Jacob and Seastar, as seen from two angles.
with some ferries and a Miller’s Launch crew boat.
Caitlin Ann and
Miss Lizzy work the AK and in the
KVK, for the last day, there are two glorious ships with bright futures . . .
All photos by Will Van Dorp.
But first, this vessel bringing in my favorite celebratory drink.
The fabulous September weather has allowed this project to rush to completion. Remember, tomorrow
in early afternoon she goes on a towline back to South Street Seaport through a portion of the sixth boro of this city made great thanks to shipping work and capital. You can watch from along the KVK, from the Battery, or from South Street Seaport Museum.
The name paint is on the list of about a thousand “last” things to do before departure.
Also, enjoying the spectacular equinox weather, the crewman who becomes almost invisible in the bow
tethered to James D. Moran.
More on Peking as she gets prepared for her home-going. Doesn’t this look like a shipyard for the ages?
All photos taken yesterday by Will Van Dorp.
If there’s a shortage of any kind of stuff these days, there seems to be a dire scarcity of compassion, tolerance, . . . So it doesn’t matter what you believe or don’t believe, I’m sure we have common ground in thinking we need
peace on Earth and goodwill towards everyone, especially this year. That’s what I see in these decorations and hear in the music.
From here in NY’s sixth boro on bows and
From the south,
and the north . . .
and from this card someone sent me . . . have a happy day. And a calm and boring day; let
me explain. Click on the image below to hear a song by Capt. Josh Horton that probably captures the sentiments of crews at sea today.
Here was 2014, and here was 2013. Also, two years ago it thrilled me to share photos I received from the good folks at Hughes Marine to get photos from 1997 —here –of the year the Rockefeller Center Christmas tree came downriver by tug and barge. And more good folks at Cross Sound Ferry sent along photos from 2003, here, when their ferry North Star delivered the tree that year . . . crewed in part by Rockettes!
If you’ve got time today for the background on how NORAD started reporting on Santa movements back at the height (or depth) of the Cold War in 1955, click here. Here’s another version of the same Cold War story.
Thanks to Brendan Matton for the photo of Paul Andrew, Tali Padilla for the photo of Z-One lit up at the San Juan dock, Lisa Kolibabek of Cape Cod and Bonnie Halda for Jupiter both on the Delaware River, and Mike Magnant for the be-snowmanned Toot Toot. Barrel sent me the photo of the red clad beard guy on the green 29. I took the photos at South Street Seaport Museum.
Finally, if you want to squelch the “red elf” mythology, check out the name of this 1963-built bulker AND its status.
Here are some previous “fifth dimension” posts in which I attempt to time travel to the harbor past. Sunday morning I strolled down to Pier 16 on the East River . . . and felt like Alice–the one that falls into rabbit holes. Peking . . . and very old advertisements.
And there’s a new immigration office there? No hours of service were listed anywhere.
The health inspection station was unstaffed as well.
I thought all these ferries departed from the Battery.
Steerage on Peking . . . might kill you.
Why another war!?
The mass transit prices are good, somewhere.
And then a passenger vessel appears . . . Zephyr??! And I have to pass the Potemkin facades . . . .
I’d seen enough . . or too much, so I headed for the Battery on foot, where . . . I saw
a landing craft marked 502. And all I’d had to drink was coffee, along with a wholesome breakfast.
The real story of Pier 16 . . . it’s a film shoot. It’s New York after all. you might recall my stumbling upon a set for Boardwalk Empire down in the Rockaways almost two years ago; click here and scroll.
All photos were taken Sunday by Will Van Dorp.