Sometimes we come across scenes which appear to be a clamorous fall taking place before our eyes, and yet are mute and still. The ice here only serves to heighten the sense that the entirety is merely frozen, and will crash when we leave the room.
From a former elementary school, Gary, Indiana.
Snowflakes descend like a pall upon casketed remains
The wind whispers secrets amidst the years of decay
Together, hand in hand, we share this moment so serene
Totally enamoured by the words she said to me
Wandering out a door into the wilderness I find myself confronted with a wall of rust and the shadows of trees dancing across the face of it.
In the depths of winter, snow and cold I remember summer and the song of cicadas.
Room after room I find nothing but peeled paint and crumbled plaster. Snippets of wire and empty electrical conduits are scattered everywhere, the scrappers have been through here and taken almost everything. Left in their wake I find small clues as to what purpose this pace one served, preserved in the form of rust.
From within a building in our old haunt of Gary, Indiana.
From a little school in Gary, Indiana.
Oooh…what’s inside? What is it? Is it urban decay? Aw, man… it’s always urban decay. I was hoping for kittens. This is nice too, though.
Playground and schools, Gary.