These cranes sit on the Ilha side of the harbor and, to me, look like a bunch of daleks invading the water. Andreas says I'm silly for imagining it so.
The breakers break old ships apart. This is their complex at the mouth of the harbor. It's sad in a way, but at least they're recycling. You can see they live out there, too. It's only a mile or so to shore.
There is so very much brown in this piece! I am sick of brown. But the brown is catching up to the peacocks finally. Maybe I'll be able to go to some color soon.
The cranes and the moldering ships look lonely out in the bay. I wonder what they would say if they could talk. Tall skeletons without purpose line the shore.