abandoned warehouse

While visiting my sisters in Atlanta I searched for areas of the city less sterilized by all things new and shiny. It seemed everywhere we went looked pretty much like the place we'd just left. This is not to indict Atlanta - most cities have taken on a homogeneous appearance. You can get on a freeway and travel miles and get off an exit and all the chain stores are there to greet you again. Everything is flattened out visually so that very little is surprising for the most part.

I discovered this abandoned warehouse left to seed. The derelict windows and doorless entry ways sprayed over with tagging graffiti was a texture hound's delight. I took pics left and right. When I got home I thought of sandwiching over the images with vintage photo booth portraits from the forties.

I liked the results so much I decided to return the next week for more. When I arrived the entire structure had been leveled and there was nothing but some remaining rubble. I found it ironic that the one spot I'd found of interest had been obliterated almost right after I found it.

Perhaps these faces that peeked through the windows like ghosts haunting the place were more of a portent than I had known.

Done