The Wasteland

The wind drums a strand of steal drums off a hollow oil container.   It is a barren land of metal left to decay makes an eerie feeling  difficult to comprehend.  Off Ventura Ave. is an abandoned oil known as the “Wasteland.”  It is an open canvas for spray canners and shelter for homeless living in the river bottom.

A seventee year old man, Phil, in charge of watching the property, worked there for over thirty years.  Phil is a kind man from a different time.  He’s witnessed the once functioning buildings through all of their stages.

There is a strange beauty in the wasteland, as there is beauty in death.  Colors come to life the way a scorched forest propagates.