Oh how I love hopping on my bike and exploring the piers and loading docks near my Alameda home on the estuary. The tugs moored there, the large cranes loading up the container ships with California wine, the huge tankers filled with fuel for the tugs and container ships. It’s a broad-shouldered, messy, hard-hat kind of area, beautifully rusty and unsanitized. This doorway on one of the loading ramps cast a lovely shadow. This area is gorgeously decaying. I fear it will become a shiny nice new waterfront park. No fun in that. Perhaps as my body ages the rust and deterioration is appealing and makes me feel better. To everything there is a season.
7″ x 10″ watercolor, pen on paper = $90