The Peter Iredale ran aground near the mouth of the Columbia River in 1906. One hundred and three years later, its rusted hull still sits locked in the sands of Columbia Beach. I wanted to express its haunted feeling here, photographing it from a great distance and incorporating a sweep of afternoon clouds. Tourists still swarm over the wreckage, seen here at low tide. Since the thrust of the image is built around the silhouettes of the ship and the people, I’ve converted it to black and white.