I don’t know what it is about old, dilapidated things but I find them incredibly intriguing. I think it’s the history behind them that compels me to photograph them. “Where did it come from, who used it, what did it do, how did it end up here?” Those are the questions that will race through my mind. The same can be said for people. I love to people watch but in this day and age, just gazing at passers-by will get you a sneer or worst case, inquisition from local security. Don’t even THINK of randomly snapping pictures of strangers unless you want to risk a possible altercation. At least with these inanimate objects I can think and wonder on what kind of “life” they had and perhaps appreciate their existence…
