Dockside

Thursday 11 April 2013 - Filed under Squibs

“Dockside” brings up scenes of salt spray, bobbing hulls and screaming gulls, but it’s just about the furthest from the truth in my line of work. Maybe in Solyi Pergani or Isildan, but not in Solyi Avanhoi. Dockside there is sand burn, whipping winds and croaking chensureets. It’s about repacking bearings and training talents. There’s no surf, no hard-and-fast boundary between sea and shoreline. No tides, no waves, no water. Just warehouses and garages on the last crumbled bits of earth before the rock begins.

2013-04-11  »  Edward Semblance