There’s something about an industrial landscape. If you really look, its juxtapositions are exhilarating: jarring colors, jutting linear shapes against clouds’ softness, the insistent proliferation of plant and animal life amidst the hardness of metal and concrete.
I’m drawn to these places, their challenging beauty, their liminalality (who do they belong to? Where do they fit into the life of the city?). I feel lucky to live right next to a working shipyard, an oasis of unapologetic scruffiness hemmed in on all sides by the explosive gentrification overtaking Seattle.