The Sun Rooms, or Common Rooms, reminded me of the Panopitcon turned inside-out.
There are 700 of these storage bunkers. Their design was to funnel explosions upward, rather than toward other buildings, to minimize secondary explosions.
Unintentional art comes in the form of a beet juice slurry baffle.
The turned rail was to prevent runaway cars from going over the end of the dock and into the lake.
A typical room in the barracks, reinforced from mortars and light shelling, possibly.
The top floor of the apartment seemed so empty without the furniture that once adorned it. Instead, my eyes were drawn to the worn paths in the floor between the rooms.
Two of the remaining four towers in the projects. Throughout our time there we saw and heard squatters inside and chose not to go in. What do you call a smart choice made in the midst of a dumb choice? There should be a word for that.
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.