A closer look revealed that they were, in fact, thousands of fish bone fragments
I stumbled upon an article one day about a post-apocalyptic town somewhere in South California. The long weekend was approaching and I was looking for an atypical place to practice and come up with four good images for my class. I’ve always been fascinated with the idea of abandoned places and the stories behind them.
As the article describes, the Salton Sea is the largest lake in California and was created by accident. In the fifties and sixties, it was an oasis in the middle of the desert attracting local tourists, but ultimately, the lake became too toxic for people to be around so they left, abandoning homes and unwanted possessions.
The first thing I noticed as we stepped out of the car was the smell of rotten fish. It reminded me of visits to fish markets back in the Philippines. The article warned me about this but it still surprised me. I covered my nose and tried to breathe through my mouth which was a bad idea because then I could taste it—salty and dead.
The weather didn’t help either. It was pleasantly warm but the wind was blowing so strong that dust and other debris kept getting into my eyes. My pictures look still but trust me, it was not calm at all.
Aging wood creaked and banged against each other as I entered the houses. The wind rushed through the broken windows and doors, echoing within the walls until eventually escaping.
I stood silently, taking in the details. I tried to imagine the people who used to live there and the people who came after it was empty: drifters, drug addicts, artists, and curious folks like us. I wondered whether they contributed to the decay or helped preserve it. There were signs of interference: recently-added posters, love letters plastered on the walls, and fresh graffiti.
Some of them turned into bird
houses mansions. You know because of the distinct smell and the appearance of feathers scattered all over the room. I felt them watching over my head. In this parallel world, they are the keepers and I’m only a visitor.
Dead fish preserved by salt are scattered all over the beach. They were introduced to the lake so tourists could fish but met their demise when the water got too salty. It’s telling that even one of the most resilient fish in the world couldn’t survive the toxicity.
Something was unusual about the sand too. It was chunky and oddly shaped. At first, I thought they were shells but a closer inspection revealed that they were, in fact, thousands of fish bone fragments pulverized by years of exposure to weather.
As the sun and the temperature went down, we decided it was time to go. We walked for almost two hours and still had not explored the whole town.
We circled the town for the last time, taking in the apocalyptic scenes before driving back to civilization.
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