Recently a hideaway that me and my friends have enjoyed since childhood has been scheduled for construction. We spent the first part of our summer treading the fields in memory and doing what we used to do so much when we were young; act like kids. In a sense, this was an adventure that we had set out upon; we would treat this place as if it were completely foreign to us and try to rediscover the beauty that we had grown so accustomed to as children. This is our tribute to Pelican cove. Photos by Tony Mack and Eulogies by Jerrod Preston. Each entry is also accompanied by a song that accents the collaboration though it is completely for an aural effect and is purely optional. I will update this thread with more when I have time as they only get lengthier.


Exploration #1

Song: This Will Destroy You - Quiet

We set out with one mission: To get to the end of the rainbow. We don't know why we were compelled to set off into the rain and mud to follow this archway into the sky. We followed it along the railroad tracks until we came to a great gravel space. Then, it split in two. We followed one to a point that overlooked a green field surrounded by barbwire fences overtaken by nature; vines spiraling and weaving tapestries through their rusty ribs. As we looked on we saw what we were afraid of the most; losing each other, we saw the end of our childhood before our eyes. We talked about our last summer as we followed the fading rainbow to the other side. There sat a tree, bathed in light from the sun when all the others were in the shade. It was a beacon, beckoning us to the top of the hill. We had to cross a stream to ascend this steep face of moss and grass but when we reached the top we followed it until we came to a great field of powerlines and golden suns and in the middle...sat a broken boat. It was a beautiful sight, poetic as it was natural. Unnatural as it was moving. We found a pair of binoculars in the dirt and used them to look into the field; we didn't see a single house and then...we all smiled.



Lucid Explorers



The Way Painted by Robins



Tracks Abandoned



We Follow



Frozen in Our Tracks



Mt. Justin



Means to an End



Time Spent With Toads



Sky Antlers

As I Recall, Vaporous Stars Shone



Crane Fruit



Heron Leaves



Broken Wings and Salvaged Rocks



Reach For Sunlight



And The Sun Cuts You Back



And Your Leaves Weep



Ascend the Wall



A Mossy Wall of Sheer Absence



Admire

The Wall Holds an Orchard



Navi



A Sky of Sparrows



Skyward Fires



A Great Light of Avarice



As the Sun set, we headed home



Homeward Bound

Great story. Would read again!

Seriously!

Beautiful work. I'm so sorry to hear that they're going to build over your memories. Keep updating if you have anymore!

There's not a single fucking bird in "A Sky of Sparrows".


But otherwise that's awesome, "A Great Light of Avarice" was my favourite one.

Picture quality is really poor but the trees were actually filled with birds. Like 80% of the little black dots on the braches that look like leaves are actually birds since those trees are mostly dead.

Oh, also, the Navi picture gave me a lol.

LOL.

glad you were able to take some pix

there used to be a field of cherry trees where I grew up, but some lumber company bought the land and took 'em down

My Dad owns a wood. It's cool to get away from the big city for a few and cook over an open fire.

The camp


The Fire


The Shower


The Shitter

Jon, that's cool as fuck, you lucky to have that

I know. Its only in Kent so not too far, the only problem is that with it being in Kent you can hear the motorway constantly, but its not loud enough to completely ruin it. And there are some nice country pubs not too far away either.

Getting pissed in the woods. Nice. Nice.

Jon I really envy you, I wish I had a place like that to go get blazed in the woods.

Exploration #2

Red Sparowes - mechanical sounds cascaded through the city walls and everyone reveled in their ignorance

So, four boys once again set off into the rain-soaked wilderness of the afternoon to escape the town. Hidden by tall grass and overcast skies they moved forward through marshes and brush to continue their path from the last exploration. There they came upon a wounded boat, its underbelly slashed and battered, deciding to end it's miserable existence of rotting and groaning among the trees and grass, they took up the nearby hammers and proceeded to beat the boat into a deathly state like one would a beached dolphin. Then a great razor fence blocked their path, a hole was bashed through its various metal twines until passage was safe. The tracks below were rusted with time and rain, their reverberations are shrill and deafening when struck with their ties. Great green bones lay before us like a skeleton of something new to come. Child like curiosity was intoxicating, we climbed in and above the green behemoths like bees in a hive of rusty honey. We chased one another in a game we knew to be tag. We called out and sang in songs we new to be middle eastern. We sat and basked in what we knew to be the setting sun. We set out for what we knew to be home.

Photography: Tony Mack Eulogies: Jerrod Preston



Earth Stag



Rainbow Twin Reverb



Swallow The Sun



Four



Gullwing



Gutting the Kill

Viking Funeral



An Oar To Kill The Beast



Seal Clubber



A Night Full of Kicks



Lay My Bones Down



Tower in Solace



Razor Fence

Tracks of Steel Beasts



In Remembrance of John Henry



Stomping Grounds



Highway of Steel



Freeway of Ignorance



Hall of Holes



Echoes Circular



Ascendancy



Coalesce With Lines

Wish You Were Here



Back to The Rive Back to the Forest





(Fun Facts: The Boat was actually found in the field already bashed up with the sledgehammers and gasoline in it. Weird, eh?)

Shit, you found my stash!

My months of planning! My meticulous attention to detail! My dreams of piracy in the state of Michigan at an end before their fruition! Ruined by cavorting adolescents!

Bah! I must start again. To Oregon! I will bring a new level of lumberjackery to you fake Canadian assholes.

This one is awesome, look at that sky!

The most pretentious photo captions ever

I'm sorry, it's supposed to be part of a story.

By pretentious he meant sexy.

Great location for a mall.

a pretentious one




Like The Howling Glory Of The Darkest Winds, This Voice Was Thunderous And The Words Holy, Tangling Their Way Around Our Hearts And Clutching Our Innocent Awe

Red Sparowes were definantly a big influence when I wrote 'em.

I used to have a woods right near my house but they fucking teared it down. good memories there. they're tearing down everything where i live.

It's the same here too, the last patches of swamp and woodlands are getting stripped bare. It's really sad considering when I moved here, I lived in the middle of nowhere. Now it just seems like we're becoming just another Detroit Suburb.