Urban Decay

I’m reposting (and sometimes reworking) some previous posts from a page I maintained on Facebook. 

Workhouse Boiler

Workhouse Boiler

From June 2011 . . .

You know, fellow photographers are kind of like those kids you always wanted to hang out with in high school but your parents wouldn't let you because "they aren't a good influence" . . . . our fellow shooters are always up to something fun. One of the Workhouse Photography Group was able to get us access to a long-abandoned industrial site where we shot yesterday. Climbing over fences and scrambling through briars only added to the fun. Inside, the hazy day made for wonderful, soft light coming in through broken windows and doors and the rusting equipment was alive with great textures, shadows and highlights.

Shooting here also made me wonder about our fascination with images of so-called urban decay.  What is the allure of the discarded, the broken, the abandoned?  I know I am fascinated by empty spaces . . . spaces that are empty both materially and spiritually but still hinting at the life that used to be here.  At the old power plant, it was easy to imagine the work, the camaraderie, the welcome heat on cold winter days and the sweat in the summer even with the big doors thrown open.  Perhaps it is like archeology, putting together the past from the bones of the present.