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Sunday, March 22, 2020
For the past decade or so I've been photographing various abandoned buildings in and around DeKalb County. In the last couple of weeks, some unexpected gravitas and layers of poignancy have visited these photos. Guarding against ruin porn and romanticism, I've been attracted to the emptiness of these places, of structures heading back to the world, of the absence of people and industry and the transparent-overlay of their stories on top of the imagery. Depending for how long this new era of distancing and sudden absences lasts, I may never look at these photos, or abandoned buildings in quite the same way. Some measure of the news we're in is that I can't tell if I'm being precious here.