We arrived at dusk. The empty, salinated sands of this landscape used to be a thriving sea. Now, mere puddles of water are interspersed with artifacts of old and new - bleached white seashells crunched under our feet, small bones lay in the sun and piles of plastic refuse lay in what is a large playground for many children. Rusting boats were scattered about, waiting for the sea to return.
I felt like I had come across another version of the Salton Sea, created under different conditions and different motives, a Soviet project of prosperity gone awry.
Instant photo taken at the Aral Sea while on the Unknown Fields trip.