Isolation: A Photo Essay of Alcatraz at Night
The sky was grey and misty rain beaded on my window as I watched the small waves in the ocean break. Our boat responded to every pulse of the current with a gentle sway that mimicked the lonely and vast body. A reminder of its inherent unkindness.
I traced a sailboat in the distance until I lost its sight on the horizon. The city all but disappeared, as if we crossed an invisible boundary making the journey feel more finite.
The boat docked and a blunt force wave slammed us, so inconsiderately jolting the vessel and our stomaches not unlike a leaf strung along in the wind. Powerless, like a prisoner on the island, I looked up and welcomed myself.
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Great photography Stephanie. Your really captured the feel of Alcatraz here in a distilled way. The Walking Dead comes to mind!
Thank you Patrik!!
These photos are so haunting and atmospheric. I haven’t been to Alcatraz but I can only imagine what it must be like to actually visit in person.
Lovely words too.
Thank you! The place truly had a personality of its own.
A fascinating look into Alcatraz. The photos provide a great look into what the place is like.
Thank you!