˙ɹǝʎɐl pnolɔ looɔ ʇɐɥʇ ʍolǝq spuɐlsı ɐuɹnʇɐs puɐ sɹǝpuǝd ‘ǝuʎɐɯ ɥʇıʍ ˙puɐlsı ƃuıɹds ʇlɐs ɟo ɹǝʌıls ɐ ƃuıǝǝs ǝɹɐ noʎ ˙ɹnoqɐɥ pɹoɟlnɟ oʇuı doɹp dǝǝʇs ǝɥʇ ƃuıǝǝs ʇou ǝɹɐ noʎ ʇɐɥʇ puoʎǝq ˙puod ɐ sı punoɹƃǝɹoɟ ǝɥʇ uı
Although the sun had technically risen, from Fernwood Beach, it hadn’t yet risen above Galiano Island. So this area was still in a twilight state.
In my mind’s eye the dock railings are a bright ‘government-dock’ red. They started that way but haven’t been repainted for a few years. A closer look in daylight confirms the railings are a faded, almost pinkish-red colour now.