Since Jillian got me this awesome folding bike for Christmas, I have started taking evening rides around the neighborhood. This seems like a good way to both explore our new surroundings, as well as combat what seems to be happening to my body as a result of “being nearly 30″ and “eating nothing but beans and beer for the last 6 months.” Bicycle exploration is a wonderful thing, I’ve found. It allows you to gawk pretty openly at things, snap a few pictures, but still never really feel committed to a scene or an environment the way you do on foot. So last night, I pedaled over to the local Marina in Progreso.
This is not the Marina surrounded by condominiums and expensive yachts. This is the MARINA, filled almost entirely with rusted out tugboats and local fishing boats. Dusk proved a very interesting time to go there, as the boats have all unloaded for the day, and salt-soaked men are relaxing for the evening. In the dim light, you at first feel entirely alone there…until you realize that there are, in fact, faces everywhere peeking out at you, from the portholes of ships and from the hammocks strung up on deck. The overall combination was mysterious, magical, and a little downright spooky. Here are my attempts to capture this feeling on film…all thumbnails click through to a larger version. Enjoy.