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The really inspiring thing was the precision and skill of the tug’s crew. They kept moving round the barge, nudging it this way, pushing it that, working against a strong wind and a running tide. That was real professionalism at work – a tremendously difficult job done without fuss and to perfection.

It’s enjoyable to see a demanding task done well – just as much the finely judged manouevring of a barge laden with rocks as the perfect swing of a tennis racket.

The pics are better in colour and full size. All I had with me was that little pocket Canon SX, which impresses me every time I use it.

I wonder what the French word for rip-rap is? It is time to refer once again to the mighty, all knowing Rudyasaurus! http://www.poetryloverspage.com/poets/kipling/dykes.html

No shortage of hippies where you are Sweasel ..

Revet, Badger Scott. As in revetments.
If your beach is washing away, and my beach is washing away (Texas gulf coast), where’s all the sand going? Living in San Leon on Galveston Bay certainly raised my awareness. We had a huge rubble riprap, built to withstand was the tide and the wakes from ships passing by in the ship channel. I used to waste an enormous amount of my day, timing how long it took for the ship wakes to hit my dock, and then counting the wakelets as they rippled in.

(Alas, that house and dock were done in by Hurricane Ike. The house foundation sat at 11 feet, and Ike’s hurricane high tide swept in at 17 feet above sea level.)

Thank you, Deborah!

Stoaty: I heard peals of laughter coming from Mrs. Tiger’s corner of the house, so I sauntered on over. She was reading an article at a quilting magazine blog where they’re doing a caption contest for an old photograph. Knowing your affinity for old photographs, I had to share: Caption Contest Winners

Caption that got Mrs. Tiger giggling: “Should not have beheaded my seamstress!”

My apologies SCOTTtheBADGER. I dredged up revet from the back of my brain somewhere, but this evening I looked it up. Riprap translated to French is enrochement. A revetment is a more finished work, not a coarse giant rubble stack like a riprap.

Argentium G. Tiger: I agree with Mrs. Tiger, that’s the best caption for that pic!

(Side note: How’s everything going with you & the Tiger family? Been a while since I’ve seen you post anything. Hope all is well!) 🙂

Hmmmm talking about Hippy American planes …

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=27qdB1D0s9M

Getting cranked up for NATO to get wiped out in Europe? 🙂

The mention, even as an aside, of the odious son of Mrs. Seeger ruined my breakfast. Just for that, here is a better representation musically and personally of the obverse Earl:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EQpu2Zk1SYQ

Amen, Uncle Badger, amen!

Since SCOTTtheBADGER has already kipled–let me add this:
http://www.online-literature.com/kipling/920/

And, apropos of nothing at all, Joan Rivers has joined the Choir Invisible…

Confirmed, of course, by announcement from her daughter that Joan Rivers, aged 81, has Gone On To Glory…or something…

So – time for a new Dead Pool tomorrow?

Joan’s knockin’ ’em dead in the Hall of Warriors now.

Thank you, Can’t Hark – he hits it every time.

enrochement = placing roches (rocks)

Can’t Hark: OOOH! The Sons of Martha! Well Played, Sir!

Sorry, Can’t Hark – that anonymous thank you was me (in disguise, don’tcha know)

Good to know, Uncle B–although an anonymous “thank you” from the universe felt kinda cool.

SCOTTtheBADGER–well, I should really have thanked you first, for making me actually read “The Dykes.” When thumbing through the Definitive Edition it’s easy to focus on the ones I already know well and love, but I do try to read others … but there are only so many hours in the day.