Alcatraz

This is an image of the cell that the prisoners were placed in for solitary confinement. The bars would shut, then a solid steel door would shut and they'd be left alone in the pitch black. One of the prisoners said that he would rip a button off of his coveralls, throw it up in the air and spend the following few hours searching for it in the dark - for some reason i felt it symbolic of our time here.

This stairway led to the second level of cells. And the door to the world outside of their limited existence is steps away.

Pillows and blankets.

This is the roof of a guard station - oddly charming isn't it?

Beautiful death. (i'm so profound)

Alcatraz was captivating. and i have my Babci (grandmother) to thank for buying me a ticket for my birthday.


More San Francisco images to come tomorrow.