"Is this how it was intended?
The sunrise over smoke stacks in the Midwest, the beauty of this abandoned factory.
Christmas lights blinking on and off all out of time
in what used to be, your pink house dreams of a middle class America.
I'm trying to believe in you, but all these satellites and shattered dreams are blocking out my view.
Please don't forget who you really are, because nothing really matters when we're gone."
I wanted to get in on this week's theme so I headed to the abandoned oil refinery in Laramie. I so desperately want to explore inside all the buildings, but I'm always in flip flops and alone. One day I shall return with sturdy shoes, flashlight, and a buddy, and trying capture this abandonment how it deserves to be captured.
