Traveling west from Walden Pond and Thoreau’s foundation, we found this abandoned train tunnel. This front end is smooth with polished rock and concrete. As we walked in the blackness to the other side, we realized that the stone was left unfinished, framing nature’s chaos.
Of the many dozens of rooms on dozens of floors, we stopped abruptly at this one. Initially the colors drew us in. The tungsten light from outside the window cast an eerie glow Then we looked more closely at the stoop of the hotel across the way…
There is so little left in Bombay Beach. It’s been very odd watching this gem be slowly eaten by the shores of the sea over the years. In a few years it will be gone, no more skeletons at Bombay Beach…
Tar carries nutrients. So does the wood subfloor. That must explain the growth of this new forest. The trees find a way, planting near enough to sunlight. Rain flies sideways and collects. I also drips down through the rotting roof and collects around the roots. Over the decades, this the forest has found a way to begin its return.