I am fascinated by urban decay, and I can't really explain why. Especially when it happens to a building I remember being well used and cared for when I was a child. It's a monument to the passage of time, no? Fortunately, my husband, while he doesn't understand my fascination with such things, thinks nothing of the amount of time I will spend stomping through the mud and dirt, photographing piles of rubble.
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