politrix

At 6am the docks come alive. What had been still all night - with only the Chinese fisherman - longliners, shark-finners and driftnetters - wandering from their ships at random intervals to make quiet phonecalls back to their homes - suddenly begins to move with the various specialists coming in for another day's work.

Refrigeration specialists, Welders, Linesmen, Security Guards, Yeoman, Deckhands and Able-Bodied Seaman wandering the asphalt plank heading to the proper berth for their daily duties. Watching this happen in the changing early-morning light makes me want to film it mute and put a soundtrack to it. I cant imagine a whole lot about this time of day and this place has changed much in the last 50 years and it would be interesting to see if it remains vitrtually unchanged at the end of the next 50.