One looks at the crystal-clear skies and calm, turquoise sea, and can imagine a future where a wanderer, coming across the twisted wreckage and metal, wonders what type of wrath - from man or God - was brought down upon this place to ravage it so?
This photo stuck some cord of familiarity with me; it took me a while to properly place it.
It reminded me of one of the most haunting images in sci-fi/post-apocalyptic movie history:
This picture, too, is disturbing:
A bustling summertime mini-metropolis, where hoards of people dined, drank, danced, engaged in commerce, and enjoyed hours of relaxation, now silent, desolate...overtaken by sand, driftwood, and aimless debris....
I hope they clean it up, and quickly. These images disturb my soul. To me they appear as a black crow on a decrepit tombstone - something to be turned away from, lest the inherit warning these scenes posses come to pass....
There will be signs in the sun, moon and stars. On the earth, nations will be in anguish and perplexity at the roaring and tossing of the sea. Men will faint from terror, apprehensive of what is coming on the world, for the heavenly bodies will be shaken.
My life fades. The vision dims. All that remains are memories. I remember a time of chaos. Ruined dreams. This wasted land.... And in this maelstrom of decay, ordinary men were battered and smashed.
~ The Road Warrior
[images above from the Ocean County Police Blotter]