Slowly, pieces fall off and an old exterior skin is revealed. Time leaves nothing unchanged, and this building is in rapid decline. Eventually not even a trace remains.
When stopped at a railroad crossing, It is always good to have my camera with me. For this all I had to do was roll my window down, and compose. I am lucky, lazy, and loved.
This is a complex twenty miles west of me that sits completely abandoned. Mostly fenced off, access is difficult at best. Click on the image twice to see some great broken glass.
In addition to being a door whore, I am also a rust slut. Therefore, it was with great excitement and anticipation I entered this rotting industrial complex. Oh mama!
Part of my summer travels took me to Saratoga, Wyoming, where there are some very old buildings and homes. This was large enough to house airplanes and I don’t know what it is, or might have been. The roof is in terrible shape and this is soon to be no more.