Cutting Through the Atmosphere

The frigid November morning was crisp and clear... too clear, perhaps. The bright rays of sunlight cut through the dusty infirmary like a knife, and the camera did not like this at all. The collapsing structure was somehow boarded up from top to bottom, so the streaks of light blasted through the darkness and lit nothing but small slivers of the old hospital. I focused on having some fun capturing the curtains of dust that rained down from the floorboards as my companions made their way around above... and making sure not to stand under them!

Not feeling especially well, and with the lack of enthusiasm for the subject matter, my exploration was half-hearted, and I left with mediocre photos as a result. Clambering through the rubble of the bulldozed infirmary wing and into the large six story building, we were greeted with a few inches of standing water and air so stagnant that the mold was tangible in our noses and mouths. A quick run through the basement yielded nothing but half-completed apartment rooms constructed in the 1980s, hardly worth contracting whatever was becoming airborne behind our muddy footprints... and so it ended.