two ships sailing away from me

old St Kilda pier pylons being unloaded from a barge at Williamstown

dancing light beneath the darkest pier

the Sea Shepherd, but my photos of it have mysteriously vanished from my phone

two young men fishing.
‘Caught anything yet?’
‘Not yet’
‘How long does your patience last … how long have you been here?’
‘7 minutes’
‘oh. You’ll keep at it for a bit then …’
oh dear.