I love history, architecture and anything spooky, so a fascination with abandoned buildings—especially the ones that possess an eerie beauty—is natural for me. There’s something really stirring and captivating about a place that was once-gorgeous falling into disarray. The forgotten tokens, some small (like papers, a doll) and some huge (like a grand piano), add a Miss Havisham quality that tugs at the heart.
I am often amazed by the abandoned places I’ve seen with my own eyes in major metropolitan cities. I’ve seen examples everywhere I go, and that’s surprising: Chicago, St. Louis, New York. Often times crumbling relics of the past are surrounded by occupied structures in the present. Why hasn’t anyone resurrected that building, I always wonder. Why is no one concerned about it? It depresses me, but it also fascinates me.