Snails, possums, birds and flowers surrounding the oil fields along the beach in Souther California.
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Snails, possums, birds and flowers surrounding the oil fields along the beach in Souther California.
Read moreNear Takahiro’s house in San Francisco, before he moved to Denmark.
Spending some time editing older images, I am surprised how old these are…measured in camera lifes… three cameras ago. I love the desert, and the Soutwest in general. Here the colours, as well as the subjects themselves, are nearly lost in the light. I feel strangely at home here, where the loneliness seems to be part of the air you breathe.
Lately I’ve been doing some experiments with monochrome only photography. These are not converted colour images but fully black and white. No stepping back. The forests and woodlands were not as meaningful as the cityscapes.
The pathways in the woodland run through a boggy area where it becomes hard to follow a clear plan.
Along Cougar Creek, up on the side of the hill is a pathway for hikers. Below that a rail track along which trains come at a remarkable and sometimes surprising speed. Then there is a boggy section, the creek itself and another then walkway and last a fence. There is also the highway that cuts through the area crossing the Fraser River, elevated at a tremendous hight. The fence is there to protect the industrial area under the highway but itches now breached in so many places by fallen trees and here and there accidentally backed over by trucks being backed up to the edge of the greenway to be put into storage that is seems to be more symbolic than useful. Underneath all of this is the usual pipeline, here a large city sewage pipe, aromatic in the worse way. The real reason any of these trees are here, or the hiking paths and creek survive, is that the sewage pipe is there. This ribbon of trees, birds, beavers (always flooding the bog by blocking the creek), ducks, heron and I guess once some cougars, is that this sewage pipe. Anywhere within the city limits I find nature seemingly winning a struggle against human occupation it usually is due to a sewerage pipe, oil pipeline or high pressure gas line buried under a few feet of dirt. I wish for once a greenways seemed to be there because we realised in time we needed a greenway.