Days 62 and Day 63 - Flying oh Disturbia

Nanannanananannannana and now it's over.

So today, I thought I was going to die. Like, I was almost convinced that my father was dead, and I was about two minutes away from putting myself in direct danger to protect my Father, who had already evaded the situation.

I take pictures at abandoned facilities, and this one was quarantined for toxic soil and water waste. I started taking pictures, and found my way around this magnanimus structure when my dad disappeared. Couldn't find him anywhere. Then, some random kids on ATVs came riding through, and those things sound like raging chainsaws. When your emotions are already hemmoraging due to adrenaline, this stuff gets scary.
But the photographs were worth it, and there were moments when I just felt at peace, watching the building being reconsumed by violent bulging vines as they broke glass and climbed in through the reopened windows.

Thousands of chain link fences forgotten by the owners, never recognized by their creators.

Photographers are the modern cartographers; remapping the world.

One abandoned plot of land at a time.