|ALASKAN BOAT GRAVE YARD
While searching for the famous eagles of Alaska, I found a much more interesting story being told. In an inlet unclothed by the receding tide, a grave yard of boats lay naked in the afternoon sun. I hurried down to a position in front of the setting sun and took several sets of frames depicting the “boats” from several perspectives.
As is often the case, one of the first series I took, with the distant mountains and sky in the background, gave the very best feeling of what I was trying to capture. There are at least the remnants of six boats in the panorama. I asked myself why were they there like that? Is it common practice in Alaska to leave a boat right where it takes it last breath? What stories would each boat, or piece thereof, tell if it could? How long had they been there? How old (or young) are they? In the words of Gordon Lightfoot, “If ’we’ could read ’their minds’”. And because we cannot and they cannot say, we are free to imagine what we may. What do you think?
This panorama can also fill a wall from a trifecta of fifteen inches by sixty to one of thirty inches by one hundred and twenty.