I connect with abandoned buildings in a way most will never truly understand -- in a way that I'm not quite sure I truly understand. To most, they are mere shells of their former selves, eyesores from which to avert your gaze. To me, they are vessels, carrying the stories and memories of all those who came before. With my photos, I speak through them, and they speak through me. The people may have come and gone, but the past is very much alive.
Silent whispers echo through empty halls, waiting for someone to hear their calls. Ghosts dance in the ballroom, ancient laughter fills the air; They tell jokes and hum tunes of an age gone by. Collapsing, vandalized, reclaimed by nature -- time, to them, has not been kind. For those who would listen, you can hear them plead: "Don't Forget About Me."
