
Unwieldy-looking out of water, silhouetted against a Springtime sky, this old tuna boat waits hopefully for paint
Boats of all kinds:
In dry dock, stored for the Winter, for repair and restoration, or for good:
Here, out of the water, surrounded by pavement, they appear as monuments to their trade, sentinels of countless storms of the Pacific Graveyard, and showing the effects of work and weather.

Slated for demolition and disposal, this old hull waits. A sleek, newer version can be seen in the background.
Some of these may have been salvaged, the remnants of a disaster awaiting disposal.
The ones that didn’t make it won’t be found here…
…instead swallowed by the surf and consumed by the elements.





















