You want to reach the artificial islet but it is impossible. The path to it is not worth it. Every part of the platform falls apart, no one remembers that at the end there was a restaurant and that many people enjoyed being in that kind of neutral zone in which you are neither on land nor in the water. But the sea has come to claim, many times. So many that it is no longer worth lifting what is on the ground and is mixed with algae and sand. I limit myself to photographing the path and the destination it leads to. With an ND filter I will try to increase the apocalyptic feeling that invades this area. The clouds leave their wake, the waves dissolve into a creamy mist, only the concrete corpse and its arm, which desperately clings to the shore, are clearly defined.
Quieres llegar al islote artificial pero es imposible. El camino hacia él no vale la pena. Se cae a pedazos cada parte de la plataforma, ya nadie recuerda que al final había un restaurante y que mucha gente disfrutaba estar en esa especie de zona neutral en la que ni estás en tierra ni estás en el agua. Pero el mar ha venido a reclamar, muchas veces. Tantas, que ya no vale la pena levantar lo que está en el suelo y que se mezcla con algas y arena. Me limito a fotografiar el camino y el destino al que lleva. Con un filtro ND intentaré aumentar el sentimiento apocalíptico que invade esta zona. Las nubes dejan su estela, las olas se diluyen en una niebla cremosa, solo se define bien el cadáver de concreto y su brazo, que se agarra desesperado de la orilla.
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