Driftwood

The poetics of the space tell the story. I'm merely a listener but I know even my watchful eye is a kind of invader. Colonizing. I wondered when taking a photo of the driftwood dragon about the politics of documentation and my audacity to capture the photo. The audacity to capture nature.

The first subject is a chunk of petrified driftwood that is extremely heavy and slowly tumbling along the beach. The second subject is the man-made driftwood dragon that sits on the very farthest edge of a natural point that sailors and fishers wave to as they pass through the Hood Canal. While no single dragon has survived the decades, it has been rebuilt many times and will be destroyed then built again, again.