There is something about abandoned buildings. I have in the past, avoided them, because they disturb me. The emotion is strong. I avoided buying a home a few years ago that was near an old steel foundry. They give off a strong creepy vibe. Danger. Heartlessness. Industry. Mystery. Death. Toxicity. Not in my backyard.
Now, that I am delving deeper into photography, the “emotions” that these buildings portray are also intriguing. There are stories there. Lots of them. Ghosts of the past, cryptic lives; sadness, injustice. That is my impression anyway. At the same time, it sparks compelling curiosity. I find myself wanting to peek into those windows, catch a glimmer of the ghosts that lurk. Rats and creatures inhabiting. A blend foreboding and mystery. Stories yet to be written. Who worked there? Who died there? Who is hiding inside, still?