Post some pics instead.
A new bird gift:
I believe it’s a fruit from a banyan tree. The birds need to bring their snacks elsewhere.
Nice to see Kaiwo Maru again:
Work on the tween deck today. We took down some old (but not historic) wood shelving.
Friends of Falls of Clyde’s president, Bruce McEwan, making the termites unhappy:
Oh the joys of termite frass!
Old signage Bruce found:
Removing the shelving also opened up that particular area. It’s no longer a dark, uninviting space.
Of course, I had to have a look around. Here’s the CLIFF manufacturer’s mark on angle iron riveted to the tank bulkhead with an interesting texture around the margins of the rivets:
The ship’s original iron frames and beams are stamped MOSSEND. Anything stamped CLIFF is an addition.
I wanted to move the rest of the shelving to have a look at the surface of the bulkhead behind it. Oops.
It was heavier than it looked, so I had to abandon that idea. I had visions of me being squashed under it…not good.
The new gangway was making mournful sounds…a distinct improvement from the elephant trumpeting of last week. From inside the ship it sounded rather like humpback whale calls!
Port tank #2 illuminated by sunlight streaming through holes in the deck:
Too lazy to empty.
The Shadow of 5:
I received a lovely gift today:
Mahalo Jenny! Beautiful work.
Elsewhere in the harbor…
Two types of rat guards on Rhapsody of the Seas:
And my old friend the needlefish, cruising around looking as toothy as ever:
I arrived at the harbor just a few minutes too late to get good photos of MELL Stamford:
The naupaka (Scaevola sericea) by the ship looked pretty:
I did my usual tasks on board the ship, but, again, my heart wasn’t in it. The only thing that cheered me up was seeing a pair of mejiro at the same line as before.
I guess I have a lot to think about.
A monkey fist attached to one of Star of Honolulu’s lines:
Robert C. Seamans back in the harbor at Pier 9:
Since I returned home rather early, I decided to make a real push to finish the photo survey work I had to do:
Still feel rather melancholy.
I’ll sign off now with part of a poem by Cicely Fox Smith:
“These are the men that sailed and manned,
Worked her and drove her from land to land,
Most of ’em gone, as the ships are gone,
For times must change, as the old words run,
And men change with ’em, we know full well;
For worse or for better? Time will tell.
This only is certain, ships and men,
We never shall build their likes again.”
Sometimes things don’t work out the way you plan. Add to that a bit of drama and stir…
Yeah, it was that kind of week.
“Don’t surround yourself with yourself…”
It’s a bad thing, but that’s all I want to do now. Anyway…
There was a problem with the shiny, new gangway.
The less said about that, the better.
I spent only about 40 minutes on the ship on Saturday. I did a quick walk around the deck, checked the list, and left. Among other things, my heart just wasn’t in it to do more. That was for the best because I had other matters to attend to.
Sea Princess rat guards:
Yet another photo of the old anchor:
While I was trying to deal with taking photos through a gap in the fence, a large needlefish cruised by:
Beautiful colors…pointy teeth!
Draft marks on tug:
Male house finch in a tree at Pier 15:
“Turn yourself around…Turn your life around…Turn your world around…Turn this ship around…”
New contacts and a new project. Perhaps it’s possible.
Watch this space.
For those of you who are interested in the story of Sir John Franklin and liked The Terror by Dan Simmons, AMC is developing a TV series based on the book. (I wish it was a big budget movie!)
Thanks to a friend for the tip.
A short bit about last Saturday.
I was slightly concerned about a noticeable change in the degree of list of the ship. Curious. A quick phone call provided the answer. No need to worry.
Other than that, more of the same. Ho hum.
MELL Shepherd leaving:
A better photo of the banner on the ship:
Clouds over the harbor:
The difference a few minutes can make:
I spent part of Sunday looking at more of the photos from the survey. Interesting, but sobering. I hope to finish the first set soon.