The Port

I like the city port in Ube. Like most of the city it's designed to be used, not seen. That's why I like it. My favorite things to explore and photograph are factories and dilapidated buildings. We don't have to force beauty on a structure or area for it to have it.
From land, the port is easily accessed on foot, by bike or by car. The spots at the front, closest to the road, belong to the fishermen. On weekdays there is a fish market. The fishermen bring their catches off of the boats and their wives gut the fish, clean the fish and shout the prices of the fish. Farther back is a small crane on caterpillar tracks. It takes the fisherman's boats in and out of drydock.
Farther back still are the civic boats. Fire boats. They sit directly behind a breakwater, easy access both to the inner and outer sections of the port.
That breakwater is the perfect place to take a picture of the sunset. You can see straight out to the west, and watch the sun meet the ocean. On the right are the smokestacks of Kosan called sometimes Ube Industries, supplying the town with employment, tax dollars and its distinctive aroma. Just to the left of the industrial complex is the last barrier of the port, longer than they are tall sit the large cranes, taking containers off of cargo ships. Off in the distance are forested islands. Between industry and nature are the lights of the night fishermen.