- Paul Rousseau
Eyes of a Pier
I take photographs to document the mundane, the undercurrent of daily life that often goes unnoticed.
withered of brine and stained of sun,
the eyes of a pier
witness many a sailor.
I visit a pier in the Charleston Harbor frequently, and I often step over this pair of brine-washed “eyes." I wondered what those eyes have seen, the storms, the sailors, the pelicans, the herons, the fish, the sun.
A storm was moving in, and from a distance, the lighthouse on Sullivan’s Island in South Carolina longed to be photographed. The mist in the air, and the distance from the lighthouse, makes the photograph look like a painting.
The End of the Road