This building is completely gone now. The demolition crew is cleaning up the last of the debri. I feel a little lucky that I was able to get inside and shoot, even though it meant trespassing on a dangerous construction site. It was fun. It reminds me of my favorite E. E. Cummings poem:
old age sticks
up Keep
Off
signs)&
youth yanks them
down(old
age
cries No
Tres)&(pas)
youth laughs
(sing
old age
scolds Forbid
den Stop
Must
n't Don't
&)youth goes
right on
gr
owing old
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