The Ohio River -- on it, in it, over it, beside it. No politics.
Huntington Tri-State is the name of the airport near where I live. Huntington Tri State is what you would call these two Marathon Petroleum boats meeting each other early this morning. This is seen from South Point, Ohio, looking across the river toward Kenova, West Virginia.
From Sunday, Oct. 20 ...
When I got this picture, I didn't see the guy waving at me. I was looking at this image a little while ago and saw him. So whoever you are, forgive me for not noticing you until now.
Oh, yeah, this was the M/V Stacy Lynn exiting the Kanawha River after dropping off one barge.
I've been feeling a little under the weather the past couple of weeks. Or maybe I've just been feeling my age. Around the time I turned 60, I had to give up climbing trees to get good pictures of boats. Climbing up wasn't so bad. Coming back down was. About a year before that, my youngest son told me I was too old to climb up on guardrail posts. And today I remembered why I gave up climbing on rocks and riprap earlier this year. My sense of balance just ain't what it used to be.
But I didn't want people to forget I'm here, so I dug into my archives and found this photo from May 24. It was a Crouse boat pulling out of Kenova WV at sunset. You have to love that golden hour light. Here are two edits. One is color and one is monochrome. I like them both.
I hope to make a trip or two to the river this week and maybe get some new pics, my body and my schedule willing.
Actually six passed Harris Riverfront Park in downtown Huntington today, but I wasn't there in time to get good ones of the Elizabeth Ann and the Laura S.
I did, however, get the Ginger Moller, Debi Sharp, Larry Drummond and the Chief Bill Brown.
Four out of six is OK, I guess.
Yesterday, Sept. 25, I woke up feeling awful with this bug that's going around. It was not enough to knock me down, but it did make me question what I can and should do on a given day. I needed to get out of the house to determine how I would function that day, so I drove over to Lock and Dam 27. It had been a few weeks since I had been there, and I was due for a visit.
I wrote about that visit in a column on the Opinion page of this morning's edition of The Herald-Dispatch. If you can't get past the paywall and don't want to pay to read it, I'll summarize it for you here:
I'm no expert on concrete, but it looks like there were two kinds used in the construction of the locks. There was a very rough mixture that formed most of the lock walls, and there was a smoother layer on top of it. You can see what I mean in one of the pictures below.
Speaking of which ...
I also got a few shots of the park's flora and fauna.
After visiting the park, I decided I was strong enough to work, but I worked from home just to be safe.
I look forward to seeing the plans for the park once I can talk someone into letting me take a peek.
And today, I got an email from someone who grew up near Lock & Dam 27. He sent me a link to his web page, which has the only photo I can recall seeing of the powerhouse at the dam.
I was looking through my recent pictures to find something worthy of a black-and-white image. I didn't find one right away, but I did find this one from the Tribute to the River at Point Pleasant WV a couple of weeks ago.
I don't know if I'll make it up to Pomeroy this weekend for the sternwheeler festival there.
