Old
Iron (old jetty fixture)
I’ve spent a good portion of the last
month down on the Upper Texas Gulf Coast for bird migration season.
While most of my attention and effort has beeni
in photographing feathered things, the Gulf Coast is a fantastic
place for the detritus of human civilizationii,
both that which washes up on shore, and that which is left thereiii.
 These are some shots of decay and discard from a visit to Bolivar
Peninsula and High Island. 
Kingdom
of the One-Eyed Man
Disappearance
Out
of the Park
Brilliance
Extension
Sailing
the Seas
Party's
Over
Junction
Honeycomb
NOTES
i 
 Often futilely so… 
 
ii 
 And I’m, not just talking about Florida….hey-oh! Kidding,
 Florida, but you did kind of have that coming. 
 
iii 
 A lot of the upper gulf coast isn’t coast as much as it is a dense
 couple miles of marsh that gives the appearance of ground, but is
 something less. This vast marshy landscape is almost completely
 flat  and relatively devoid of any human habitation. That is not,
 however, to say that it is devoid of human impact. As rich as this
 area is in things like ecosystem diversity and
 topographic….lackness?, it is (or was) equally rich in oil. The
 scabbered remains of thousands of wells, and all the attending
 infrastructure scars even the most remote pieces of the landscape.
 While these shots are mostly beach trash, there is an astounding
 physical record of our maiming of the landscape down here, simply
 because there’s not much use for the marshy coastal land, so
 whatever we build stays and decays there instead of being scraped
 away by the scouring wheels of progress in more developed areas. Old
 oil platform roads, levies, etc abound. There are several large
 National Wildlife Refuges in the area, most of them with old oil
 infrastructure throughout. Traveling through the area is like going
 among the inscrutable remains of an elder civilization, with
 crumbling metal monoliths and ancient paths giving little clue to
 their original purpose. It makes for an odd juxtapositions…feral
 places with no other human structure for miles will suddenly yield
 up unexplainable juggernauts of iron and stone. 
 
 









 
1 comment:
Beautiful, but sad.
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