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Albany Bulb

  • Albany Bulb
    These photographs are just a few I have taken over the last ten years at The Albany Bulb, also known as the Landfill, the Waterfront and just The Bulb. It is a place I feel passionate about. That much is obvious. There are many of us who believe that this piece of the much hyped Eastshore State Park should have been left untouched and unmanaged - because it is a unique example of what happens when a place naturally and organically self regulates. But the dogma of 'preservation' and 'conservation areas' 'resource protection', 'habitats' and 'liability' overrules all individual identity. They cannot leave anything untouched, un-designed. It is as if if they (the park planners) didn't make it, it has no value. Rules, guidelines, regulations, interpretive signage, fences, safety, sanctioned art - it leaves nothing to the imagination. That is what the landfill meant to us - a place of unlimited imagination.
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August 28, 2007



" Do you think I could still go digging for dino in my 501's and a T shirt with a slogan about animals on it?"

Well, most definitely – no khaki. Ah, the photographer digging for busted plate scraps at the landfill. This is something that I can admire about you . . . albeit from afar (I am not a east bay dweller).

I have a taste for old bottles myself. And I would love to excavate some if only I knew where to point my shovel. Something about the way the morning light hits the glass and that rainbow-ish sheen that some of the older glass has. But please, don’t misconstrue that for a love of rainbows. I am not a rainbow lover. Something far too unicorny about rainbows for me to dig (ha, I made a pun!). And though I am mad for horses, that little rainbow tail on the ‘my pretty pony” toy from the 1980’s has me hearing the sound of fingernails of a chalkboard.

Ah, but I digress . . . this is about you and your 501s and yes, I still want to bring you that cool drink . . .


I can dream right? Absofreakinglylutely! The only digging I do is in the front, it yields few surprises. Just a lot of weeds and Mcdonald's debris.

Deb in Minnesota

I love Khaki, hah! Khaki reminds me of being a tomboy and playing outdoors all day and pretending I was in Africa instead of the midwestern state, Nebraska.

We all need our imaginations and to follow our dreams. Even in our middle years. Keep the desire and quest for that unique treasure.

As for me, I found a unique treasure in your blog.

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