A rare door left on the workhouse. The stairs to the left led down into a flooded basement. Kodak Portra 160/Mamiya 6.
Hip bump girl.
The light masts are there, but it looks like the cables that stretched across the dock with the actual lights have fallen down.
In an old ward, two men would have shared this room.
I love the big old industrial windows.
The roof was in bad shape, but too beautiful to avoid. This is the spot were I used to study medieval Latin.
The grand staircase with little balconies leaning over it. All the stone stairs are broken and graffiti marks every wall.
This is one of my favorite images of the year because of the color, light and textures. Someone told me once that the medium of photographers is not film or digital sensors, but rather shadows. This photo is evidence of that.
When I moved from the roof back into the upper floors of the distillery, the plants growing out of the masonry caught my eye. It’s 60 feet up, but looks like it could be an old wall.