Oh, Hello

The brush seemed to be alive as we trail blazed, grasping and scratching with every tendril and thorn available. The remnants of two water towers stood in the distance, near a series of smoke stacks standing next to the immense building. We spied the only viable entrance from this path, next to an old Mercury Cougar that was obviously being worked on at the moment. After all the effort getting here, it was decided to just walk in and see if it was OK to take some photos... the mechanic of the car nearly jumped out of his coveralls when we walked out of the weeds to approach him.

He shouted something about calling the police, but when we expressed our intentions, he seemed to relax (slightly), and said we could take some photos very quickly. It turned out to only be five minutes of shooting time, but the vast space inside the bays was astounding, and I was glad to have those few moments inside. There was some kind of junkyard operation going on; wrecked cars lined the floor in at least two bays, and proved to be interesting subjects to shoot!