Following the Tracks
A thin veil of mist rolled down the hill and into the river at Western Center this morning; the massive rectangular shape of a hospital building was a flat gray against the early dawn sky. The place was quite modern and in seemingly good condition, even almost dust-free. Long hallways stood sterile and vacant, and the linoleum floors were heavily scarred with the tracks of beds and medical equipment that were dragged out the front door. Although the building was large, it didn't have much to offer the camera throughout the maze of shiny blue tile.
Sadly, the administration building was being carefully watched this day, but I was still glad to have captured this newer structure before it was bulldozed.