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The KVK was busy that day – as it is everyday – and with each zoom in and every click of the trigger, we felt John’s presence right there with us. Margaret Moran, Ever Legend, Irish Sea, and oh! a nice surprise when James D Moran popped up from behind the CMA CGM Dalila – John would have loved that! He only got to shoot James D once before…
Every time I pass Skelson’s Office on the Kill, I will think of John. It will forever be “his place”.
Sorry for the late posting friends, I find myself struggling to find my words this morning. The WHC family received terrible news last night.
Our dear John Skelson passed away yesterday, and suddenly our beloved friend is gone.
John’s generosity spread beyond sharing his photos with us. John and his bride Phyllis would attend every Hidden Harbor Tour that they could, helping with holding signs and answering questions at dockside.
On board, you would always find Skelson on the bow – what I have always called – the photographers spot – taking photos and talking “shop” with fellow harbor enthusiasts and greenhorns alike.
What you may not know is that the Skelson’s would journey from their home in Staten Island into the city to photograph our indoor events like WHC’s annual fundraising gala and our “film night” in the early spring, and as some of you have read, even write posts about them for this blog.
At the annual Tugboat Race, you would find John hard at work, shooting the mighty vessels as they churned up the Hudson, capturing the expressions of all the kids competing in the spinach-eating contest, photos of lines in mid-toss, the tugs tied up at Pier 84…
When I got the news last night of his passing, my first thought was steeped in denial. “But, Barque Peking is going to be hoisted on a heavy-lift ship in the spring, I thought. You can’t miss that, John!”
It saddens me to think he will not be working at “the office” that day.
Fair Winds and Following Seas, John Skelson. I am richer for having known you. Rest in Peace my friend.
by Mai Armstrong