The old crane

This crane sits at the edge of the marina gathering rust. It makes me think of a giant creature slain in battle. The new crane is gleaming blue creature. It is mostly used for taking the masts off yachts and then putting them back on. The extra is the first photo I took half an hour earlier. I realised the trees growing out of the crane wasn't quite what I had in mind. When I went back to get a better angle the sun has come out and the sky was much more interesting. I see the yellow crane is called RUSTON...