There were a couple of sinking shrimp boats on the other side of the bay where they did a lot of filling. They gradually filled around them and then men came in and cut them up into pieces and they were hauled away. History and stories gone, into a truck heading for the scrapyard. They were eyesores and yes, it looks better with them gone; but for some reason I really liked those old boats.
Before the filling.
After the filling; but before being cut up.
