The Peter Iredale has stood against time since October 1906, its rusted bones slowly surrendering to wind, waves, and sand. I’ve stood beside it when the wind howled and the sea roared—but also on calm days, when the sun bathed the wreck in gold. It was that same golden light I captured in this image.
The Peter Iredale has stood against time since October 1906, its rusted bones slowly surrendering to wind, waves, and sand. I’ve stood beside it when the wind howled and the sea roared—but also on calm days, when the sun bathed the wreck in gold. It was that same golden light I captured in this image.