On the dark side of the workhouse at sunset, you can almost see where the walls used to be. Kodak Portra 160/Mamiya 6.
Sometime soon, maybe in early 2016, someone will have this view from their office or condo.
Outbuildings near the perimeter fence. Beyond is all ranch land.
A typical room in the barracks, reinforced from mortars and light shelling, possibly.
One of the only remaining pieces of equipment in the distilling room is this green control panel on a bridge suspended in the middle of it all.
Like a grave marker, a single post remembers where Dock 3 stood on the bay.
A bird near the old schoolyard.
It was obvious which parts of the hospital were the newest, by their relative utter self destruction. It’s comforting to the Cubical Dwellers, I think, to know that as soon as the power and plumbing are disconnected that all hell will break loose and dismantle their suspended ceilings, drywall boxes and fluorescent suns in no time at all.
A depiction of historic Liège, known for its rivers and hills.