Posts Tagged: ships

masts

I forgot to charge my phone (and workday camera) and it died at lunchtime today, and so again I was out after supper to find my daily photo.  Thursday night, lots to do at home, so I don't want to go far; but I've been down in the harbour and associated gardens plenty.  I'm walking around waiting for something to ask to be photographed, and something does.  Masts.

Lines.  Shapes.  Sky.  All gave me pleasure today.

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Caught a plane taking off from the island airport. One of the things I love about being down here is the happy mesh of transportation sources – planes, ships, ferries, streetcars, canoes, taxis, sailboats, bicycles, skateboards, feet… Despite all that it's a peaceful feeling.  Maybe it appeals to my inherent restlessness.

sometimes waiting is good for you

The Burlington Skyway is part of the Queen Elizabeth Way (QEW) highway linking Hamilton (west) and Toronto (east) with the Niagara Peninsula.  A good portion of my family lives on the Niagara Peninsula and thus, I'm quite familiar with that bridge. 

Well, not so much anymore.  Some years ago when I lived in Windsor, I visited my brother Jeff and sister in law Carol for the weekend, and on my return home, suffered a panic attack at the top of that bridge.  It was a nasty experience; it was all I could do to get me and my car to the other side, where I could pull over and stop and get out of the car drag some oxygen into my lungs.  And plan my way up the side of Hamilton Mountain – the only way that would point me to Windsor (home).

Now, those of you that live near real mountains would laugh at the thought of this being called a "mountain."  "Hamilton Mountain" is really part of the Niagara Escarpment (one of the world's Natural Biosphere Reserves), where the earth juts up in a line leading from the Manitoulin Island and the Bruce Peninsula down through to that watery wonder, Niagara Falls and into western New York. 

But my point is not to discuss what people call a mountain in southern Ontario.  My point is, that having come across that bridge once in a sweating, hyperventilating, shaking mess, the idea of then having to drive up the side of that "mountain" with the view of the city of Hamilton at the bottom of a breathtaking earth-slide below me, was terrifying.  It took about an hour's convincing, and eventually I did it, making my way home to Windsor, stopping along the way about six times (over what is usually a three and a half hour trip) to collect myself after some minor highway overpass or other.

I'm pleased to tell you that, adjacent to the Burlington Skyway, (the thought of which still causes my palms to sweat), lies the older Burlington Lift Bridge.  The Lift Bridge might only take an extra two or three minutes (getting off and back on the highway) to get onto the Peninsuala, but one does risk reaching it when a ship is coming through between Lake Ontario and Hamilton Harbour, and waiting out the "lift" of the bridge while a ship passes through.

People travelling with me might find this an inconvenient hold-up.  Me – never wanting to ever experience any sort of panic attack ever again – doesn't mind waiting at all.  Turning off the car and watching a ship pass through the narrow canal is Zen-like.  Even on those days when my family is waiting for me on the other end.  After all, we all know I'm eventually going to get there.

Christmas 2010 Ship Burlington Lift Bridge 

 (Ship passing slow under bridge: beautiful thing 28 of 101.)

the captain’s got his sources

After yesterday's post about my father telling me about the Empire Sandy (the tug that turned into a sailing ship) docked across the street, said father sent me pictures of her before and after. 

Maybe she deserves puffing out some sails and being pushed along after her hard working past, wouldn't you say?  We should all go out this way.

 Chris M.

When E. Sandy was Chris M.

 Empire Sandy 
  Chris M. transformed into Empire Sandy.

some moments in the harbour with the captain’s daughter

I took these photos for my dad.  When I told him where I would be moving in the Toronto harbour, he knew this ship, the Empire Sandy, was docked outside my door.  And before I even walked down and had a look at her I knew that she is from Thunder Bay and that in another life she was a tug.  You learn these kinds of things when you're the daughter of someone who has sustained an obsession with lake boats for 70 odd years. 

I enjoyed the clear and subtly changing shades of the sky tonight.  A perfect early summer evening to end a gorgeous Victoria Day long weekend.

Empire Sandy MrKane

 Empire Sandy

 Empire Sandy2

 ThreeSisters

 MrKane

 Ship and Moon3

 Ship and Moon

 Ship and Moon2

 Empire Sandy Deck