One thing that struck me as a midwesterner in the South was the vines. They seem to be able to completely cover a building when left alone for a few decades.
Chicago looks in as we look out, for holes and trolls where anything goes.
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.
The common rooms bulge out of the institutional geometry of the wards.
The long control room overlooks giant caps where equipment was removed long ago.
A bird near the old schoolyard.
Don’t know what’s heavier… the bricks or shadows.
My favorite time to be in the brewery was sunrise. That’s the kind of light that made the brewhouse glow.