A hauntingly beautiful collision of frigid ocean currents and scorching desert heat, the indigenous people call the Skeleton Coast "the land God made in anger." Here, beauty doesn't comfort, it humbles. Yin and yang seem to simultaneously fight with and reinforce each other, both cases ending with catastrophic consequences for anything trying to pass through this inhospitable landscape. Bleached whale skeletons and the rusted carcasses of wrecked trawlers and collapsed oil rigs emerging from the misty haze are a profound, and often terrifying reflection of the insignificance of man and the sublime desolation of this endless coastline mystically suspended somewhere between dream and reality.
