Seat by the Window | 08:03PM May 20, 2008
Here is a view from the stairwell of the nursing home. As you can see the paint is practically dripping off the walls. The ceilings had cracked, the walls decayed, and the floors had begun to turn green with mold, all of these happenings within a mere three to four years. Abandonment is a vicious thing. It kills from the inside out, a parasite feeding on its host until finally it kills the host itself.
Wandering through these decrepit hallways, one can’t help but feel a connection to the past. Standing, alone, where once people milled about, living their everyday lives. There were files strewn about, medical records of patients’ long dead, calendars filled with events, and even a few personal photographs. It’s much like walking into a history book, or perhaps a time machine.
The second image is a self-portrait that was taken in the curved mirror of what was once a surveillance camera housing. Ryan and I have made it a habit to take at least one self-portrait in every building we explore. I think this one trumps all previous attempts in regards to creativity, though.
Wandering through these decrepit hallways, one can’t help but feel a connection to the past. Standing, alone, where once people milled about, living their everyday lives. There were files strewn about, medical records of patients’ long dead, calendars filled with events, and even a few personal photographs. It’s much like walking into a history book, or perhaps a time machine.
The second image is a self-portrait that was taken in the curved mirror of what was once a surveillance camera housing. Ryan and I have made it a habit to take at least one self-portrait in every building we explore. I think this one trumps all previous attempts in regards to creativity, though.
