the “Boke”
Hoboken Terminal, NJ.
My boss took me there on a survey job one snowy day, several years ago. The ferry slips were not ready yet, and were still being painted. One could see the grandness of the architecture. Billowy sheets of plastic were hung over the openings, and we had to drive in and out of the curtains to do the surveys, like stagehands hopping on and off the grand stage. It was so silent, snow falling into the river, no one there to see any of the beauty that day but us.
Thank you, JD, for the push to finish this drawing. Thx, Frankie for the ‘Boke’ tip!
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Bowsprite 
Dear Christina, this post is a trip down memory lane for me.
In the 1960s I rode the Erie Lackawanna Railroad from Northern NJ to Hoboken, then glided across the river by ferry to Manhattan.
The silence of those early-morning ferry rides after the clackety-clack, chug, chug, chug of the train was like going to church. I can ³hear² the heavenly silence, still. xxx ~Christine
From: Bowsprite Reply-To: Bowsprite Date: Monday, December 5, 2016 at 3:21 PM To: Christine Van Lenten Subject: [New post] the ³Boke²
WordPress.com bowsprite posted: ” Hoboken Terminal, NJ. My boss took me there on a survey job one snowy day, several years ago. The ferry slips were not ready yet, and were still being painted. One could see the grandness of the architecture. Billowy sheets of plastic were hu”
wow! i love it. and i’m thinking you’ve not told me about the engraving lessons you must be taking on the side! this seems a new direction which suggests influences of the engraver’s incisions. more, please, soon.
Very nice image, Christina. Very nice.
Always had a soft spot for that building… not only beautiful, but from stories my father told me of riding the ferry to and from the city through there in his youth (1925-era.). Great image!
Marvelous drawings. They bring a grin to my face. 🙂
Happy Holidays dear you. Hugs at ya.