Photo Journal: Fraser River Industry

In order to sustain our current worldly pace, some places must be devout to industry, and here, life is not intended to thrive. This photo set features images of a factory along the banks of the Fraser River that produces concrete cylinders. Most of the natural environment (aside from the scarce shrubbery that has pressed through the ground) has been replaced with gravel and asphalt suited for the use of heavy machinery. The enormous feeling of lonesomeness and purgatory was overwhelming here. If you have a deep craving for melancholia, this would be a good place to start.

– Nathan Beausoleil

 

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