Monday, January 9, 2012

Looks like a crime scene to me. (Part IV)

Phil, Bainbridge Island, Washington.
I live on an island that lies a 35 minute ferry boat ride from Seattle.  In the early 1900s, Bainbridge Island was the center of shipbuilding on the West Coast, on account of the quality and quantity of timber.  Bainbridge is nearly the exact dimensions of Manhattan.  The entire island was clear-cut more than 100 years ago.

Where trees were not replaced, farms were born.  If you have read Snow Falling on Cedars, by David Guterson, you have read of the fictionalized life of Bainbridge Island.  It is a place where Japanese farmers settled in the early part of the 20th century to farm strawberries.

Farms live and die.  There are efforts underway to bring several back to life.  Some, though, are being reclaimed by the land.  This is a photograph of just such a place.

1 comment:

PwP said...

Keep up the lovely photographs.... My husband and I would love to live on Bainbridge Island (we currently live in LA). Your photos and commentary keep us living vicariously :-)