I love derelicts, liminal spaces, abandoned…the grander, the more impressive it used to be, the busier or more important, the more fascinating is to see now that it’s abandoned. Like, deeply fascinates me.
I don’t really know why. Not exactly. I just know it does. And it always has. Where I grew up, there are abandoned logging sites everywhere. Massive equipment left to rot in the woods, buildings, entire towns in some places, abandoned and just left. In particular, when I was a kid, I was fascinated by the…oh man. I wish could remember what they’re called! My mom knew what they were called…but they were like these—oh! I just found it. A wigwam (or teepee) burner is what they were called. Ooof. Racist. But, of course. Yeah. These massive, like, four or five story structures built like a cone with the wide part down on the ground and tapering up toward the top where there was metal mesh for all the smoke to be released. They’d burn wood waste in them, and they were a telltale sign of what used to be a logging camp or a lumber mill. And there were DOZENS of them all over where I grew up, just abandoned. The logging industry really collapsed in the latter half of the 20th century. Wild.
Anyway…
Good day today. Didn’t do much 🙂 night night.