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Travel Photography > Desert Southwest > Bombay Beach, California
When I land on the beach, the
boat makes a harsh scraping. This beach is made from the spines of dead
tilapia; some fish-heads still have flesh. Others, near the shore, are
still alive, but barely. By now, the thin line of white pre-dawn allows
me to see my way up off the shore. Some time ago, my landlord spotted
me walking out the door. He looked both ways and whispered,
"Hey, I got
something to show you." He walked me into the back room of his apartment.
"They're six feet tall," I said. "Yup." "But you just planted them three
weeks ago?"
"Yup."
"So what exactly are you going to do with six foot
hemp plants?" "Give them to my family. You know I don't smoke marijuana
anymore."
Of course I knew that. Landlord was raised the son of a mining
expeditioneer, who taught him how to scout in the mountains of Canada.
By age twenty, Landlord was leading gold expeditions in West Africa, a
prospect that would allow him to retire at age twenty-three, and merited
two cases of malaria.
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The beaches of the Salton Sea are often made of miles of bones from fish and birds Photographed near Bombay Beach. |
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