No horizon

Less than a hectare, 800 people, no water, no electricity, no authority, no garbage collection. A community that monetizes its own crisis while resisting any transformation of it. Surrounded, sustained and trapped by the ocean.

Santa Cruz del Islote sits within Colombia’s San Bernardo Archipelago, a coastal zone increasingly shaped by tourism development, hotel infrastructure, and ecological pressure. The archipelago once counted sixteen islands. Today there are eight. The mangroves that held them together were cut down over decades, not only by the island’s own community but across the entire zone, as tourism expansion consumed the coastline and its natural barriers disappeared.

The island was settled approximately 200 years ago by Afro-Colombian fishing families who built on an uninhabited sandbank and gradually expanded it. What began as open land with green space was slowly covered as the community grew, cutting vegetation and building outward until every available surface became housing. Today less than a hectare holds around 800 people, connected by corridors barely wide enough for two people to go through.

The islote is where the workers live. The people who staff the nearby hotels, ferry tourists between islands, and sustain the hospitality economy of the San Bernardo coast return each night to this same patch of land. No running water. No electricity beyond a few hours of generator power at night. No garbage collection, leaving the island buried in waste. No formal authority, no police, no taxes, no institutional structure of any kind.

The community survives through a combination of fishing, which grows harder every year as stocks decline and fuel costs rise, and tourism, including visitors who come to the island itself to see how its people live. The spectacle of the conditions is part of the attraction. Animals are kept in captivity for tourists to swim with. Cockfighting, illegal on the Colombian mainland, happens openly here. The noise of generators, music, and roosters is constant and inescapable.

What makes Santa Cruz del Islote compelling beyond its material conditions is what it reveals about social organization in the absence of the systems we take for granted. It functions, but on its own terms. There is a powerful sense of community, of belonging, of collective life built in extremely close proximity. And yet that same social fabric resists transformation. The priority is survival and the present moment. The future is not a common project.

This is not simply a story of government abandonment, though abandonment is real and structural. It is a portrait of a society improvised over generations, shaped by isolation, sustained by informal economy, and increasingly caught between the pressures of a growing tourism industry around it and the slow erosion of the natural and social foundations beneath it.

The photographs move between the intimate and the systemic, tracing the texture of daily life on the island while holding the larger context in frame. Surrounded, sustained, and trapped by the ocean, an island that holds 800 people and the weight of its own contradictions, on very tiny piece of land.

© Gaston Zilberman - Image from the No horizon photography project
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Once covered in mangroves, Santa Cruz del Islote is today almost entirely concrete. Less than a hectare, around 800 people. The ocean surrounds everything, connecting the island to the world and to itself.

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The central open space of the islote, where everything happens. Football games, community gatherings, water distribution when the boat arrives from the mainland. Just empty very early in the morning.

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José Javier returns from a morning of diving, bringing conch shells and lobsters to be sold. The sea is the primary economy, even as it grows less generous each year.

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Theo stands at the bow, heading back to the islote after a long morning of fishing. Enough to cover the cost of fuel, and just enough to get by.

© Gaston Zilberman - Theo’s morning catch, laid out on the floor of the boat. They go out every day. Not every day pays.
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Theo’s morning catch, laid out on the floor of the boat. They go out every day. Not every day pays.

© Gaston Zilberman - Hidden in the shade, an elderly couple cleans the fresh fish brought in that morning.
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Hidden in the shade, an elderly couple cleans the fresh fish brought in that morning.

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Dorina watches the narrow corridors of the islote from her doorway. Her home is also her business, a small "tinto" stand where coffee is sold.

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A woman does her laundry in the open air. On an island with no running water, where fresh water is scarce and arrives from the mainland, they always say every drop is valued like gold.

© Gaston Zilberman - José Javier grabs his son out of the ocean, where it is learnt how to belong, and survive.
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José Javier grabs his son out of the ocean, where it is learnt how to belong, and survive.

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After 5pm, once the fishing is done and the tourist boats have left, the children take their fathers' boats and head out to play around the island.

© Gaston Zilberman - The boat is the island's most valuable asset. Two children hold on to the edge of one.
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The boat is the island's most valuable asset. Two children hold on to the edge of one.

© Gaston Zilberman - Kids playing football in the corridor.
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Kids playing football in the corridor.

© Gaston Zilberman - In the afternoon the water fills with kids. It is the only open space the island has.
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In the afternoon the water fills with kids. It is the only open space the island has.

© Gaston Zilberman - A kid in the water, holding on to an old tire used for parking the boats.
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A kid in the water, holding on to an old tire used for parking the boats.

© Gaston Zilberman - A boy doing his homework in the corridor. On the islote, lots of things in cities happen at home, happen in the street.
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A boy doing his homework in the corridor. On the islote, lots of things in cities happen at home, happen in the street.

© Gaston Zilberman - A kid on his phone while the wall behind him has been cracking for years.
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A kid on his phone while the wall behind him has been cracking for years.

© Gaston Zilberman - The Islote's barber shop.
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The Islote's barber shop.

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Cockfighting is illegal on the Colombian mainland. On the islote there is no authority to enforce it and it takes places every Saturday.

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Since you are very young, you get used to play in the water, learn how to move around it, not with your parents but with all the kids. They consider themselves a giant family.

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Two kids in the ocean that decides everything. When it is rough, there is no fishing, no tourism, no income. The island totally depends on it.

No horizon by Gaston Zilberman

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