I keep bringing my camera back to Treasure Island because there are always more interesting things to see. I refuse to feel guilty about the fact that, consequently, I keep inflicting more pictures of Treasure Island on you. Who doesn’t love creepy abandoned places that look like a world after the apocalypse? (That question does not require an answer, gentle readers.)
I always feel like I’m at the end of the world when I’m on the Island:
I can see why people use it for filming apocalyptic movies, because really, you hardly need to do any set decorating. There’s a deliciously eerie combination of relics from the military that have been left largely intact and entirely new fencing and warning signs intended to keep people away from hazardous areas.
Wandering the Island reminds me that it wasn’t that long ago that we were pretty free and careless with building materials, including those known at the time to be hazardous. It’s a living lesson in the need for aggressive environmental protections, including not just fast action on known contaminants and other health hazards, but also adequate enforcement of the law to ensure that people and companies working with hazardous materials are monitored and appropriately punished if they don’t handle them safely.
Treasure Island is a mysterious place:
And a kind of sad one:
But signs of progress rise on and around the Island; it’s hard to be on the eastern edge of the Island without seeing the new span of the Bay Bridge, along with the massive cranes being used to build it:
I keep coming back because every time I do, something has changed. It’s a living organism at the same time it’s contaminated with poisons, and that fascinates me.