Making my way along the only arterial road of this smallest and most remote of the Hawaiian Islands, I encountered these strange, morbid, nearly two-dimensional creatures, long since expired, apparent victims of the wheels of traffic. Soon realizing just how unusual was their appearance, how fascinating their accidental animations were, I began to photograph them, keen to show the results to my friend, the artist Jim Woodring, whose affinity for the amphibious is unparalleled.
Some six years later they have re-entered my imagination, helping inform my latest short story, The Big Lonely.
