A super-shallow depth of field shot on the Leica Summilux.
Algae grows where water flows/From the sawtooth roof/To the mines below/The sun climbs high/But is in no one’s eyes/A wall alone crumbles/It was no suprise
I like to think of this as a giant straw, through which the factory is slowly draining the earth, leaving nothing but reinforced concrete below…
Spring melt flows down the rusty rock house. In the background is the frame for the shaft.
Looking through a secure ward door at the destroyed rooms beyond.
The corner of Clyde on Michigan Street looked like it had been sealed a long time.
This is one of my favorite doorways (yes, I have favorites) for a few reasons: 1.) You can see how the once-arched door has been squared-off for rectangular doors to fit; 2.) you can see one complete historic door and one ruined door, and the chain that used to hold them together before someone kicked-out the security, and; 3.) I like the texture of the bricks and design of the radiators in the room beyond–the blacksmith shop. Just do.
A fireproof room in the basement, perhaps for ammunition storage at one time.