notes / stills
|Fleming, Saskatchewan, Canada.|
I passed the wreck not long after crossing into Saskatchewan. Day 3, alone, driving west toward Vancouver. On the other side of the highway, a twisted mess of iron and steel. Rail cars like beached whales strewn arbitrarily in heaps rupturing the perspective symmetry of the endless prairie. At once an allusion to the fallibility of industrialisation and modernity, I felt after it had flashed past the windscreen, that there were significations here that reached far deeper than this immediate, literal interpretation. Half an hour after I had watched the image recede completely into the eastern horizon through my side view mirror, the memory of this apocalyptic tableaux - its’ darkly poetic irony - would compel me to turn back.