Early this morning I went for a bike ride around the harbour. On my way home I caught sight of smoke billowing out of the stacks of the “Sea Commander” It’s been up on the blocks for a few weeks now. Look’s to me like the boys might be getting ready to take off.
I did a quick sketch it the other day when it was still up on blocks.
When I got home I tried to paint.
When I am in the studio on a nice day I have to keep the blinds pulled down to keep out the light. Drives me nuts when I know it’s beautiful outside. Through the side windows I could see that there wasn’t a cloud in the sky. Birds were chirping and jumping about on the outside window ledge. Little bundles of twigs were sticking out of their beaks. By about 3 pm I couldn’t take it any more and went for a walk.
It only took about 15 minutes to run into the Ledcor boys heading towards the empty gravel barge by the Bay street bridge.
Storm Bandit… a great name. Cheeky but strong.
Following up was the Storm Spray – used to be yellow and red in its past life. The name brings up frothy images of my wild ride down the Westcoast of the Island on the historic MV Uchuck III a few years back.
Bandit hitches up to the bow and the Spray noses up to the stern of the barge. Then together they swing the whole she-bang in a counterclockwise circle.
Deckhands getting ready to clamor abroad with there gapple’s to unhook the lines
The Spray nudges the stern while the Bandit yanks around the bow.
It’s a challengeing swing to get tugs and barge pointing towards the Johnston Street bridge (blue bridge). The Bandit is so close to the dock I am standing on I can nearly reach out and grab myself a deckhand.
Not a bad view from up here…
Still shuffling the swing….
better be on time…otherwise the bridge guy won’t be happy… .. testy commuter’s put up a fuss if the bridge is lifted after 4 pm.
Just a little closer please……..I’ll jump any second now.
No sweat, piece of cake!
Bridge is waiting..here we come..the bridge lifter fellow will be smiling.
Right on time. There will be lots of grins and finger-pointing from looky lou’s waiting on the bridge deck and shoreline.
Off they go out of the harbour wherever gravel barge’s must go. I couldn’t help myself but to run to the other side of the harbour to get one last shot.
The rest of my walk home was on much lighter footsteps. Cheers for now,