The coast of any city during the season has its own separate life.
Something appears, something disappears.
For one year, I watched a lonely pier on one of the city's beaches.
In winter, it is a lonely rusting structure on an empty beach. IT seems that only seagulls are happy sitting on it.
But with the arrival of spring, everything changes.
The pier is painted, tidied up, dressed in white wood and it turns into an expensive restaurant on the water.
In the fall, everything happens the other way around.
Summer elegant clothes are taken off and the pier goes into hibernation, alone with the sea waves and seagulls, exactly until next spring. And then everything repeats again ...
