RIP

RIP

A mIlitary wrecked plane appears to be resting in peace, and parallels the classic kitchen food shots on a cutting table. In the light with the view of a garden in the background. In this case its a field of Volcanic pebbles and ash with the the mountain on the horizon wile ominous clouds hang above.


After two hours of shooting and watching a weather front worsen over the horizon of where I had to cautiously drive back to. I noticed names on the tail of the fuselage.

While living in the southwest I understood the meaning of flash floods. The weather front was already unleashing water away from this location. However the water was already running with some noticeable force on the first crossing to the wreck. I knew I might never be back, and a good possibility that If I ever come back , I might not find this site again. There are no road signs, Just about twenty interpretations which makes this mythical and a personal must to attempt to find.