Sitting with Red
Most likely the door to this quiet place cannot be opened from the outside anymore. That must be the reason for it still has a decent condition. Funny story aside: I had no clue what could be in this room. So I held my camera
Take a Photo – Make a Picture
Most likely the door to this quiet place cannot be opened from the outside anymore. That must be the reason for it still has a decent condition. Funny story aside: I had no clue what could be in this room. So I held my camera
Once a huge boiler was connected to those tubes. One tube most likely was for water, the other connected to a chimney. If there is a little wind outside, a low and hollow whistle sounds from the openings.
Where once people gathered for worship and to find peace, only shattered and colored windows remind us of the place it used to be.
Inside the garage, where a workshop surrounded by windows used to be, someone once must have had a little snack: some mackerel in a white wine sauce. The can is rusty, all glass broken… and the fish digested long time ago.
In the staff housing (we assume), some rooms were equipped with a kitchenette. At least one of them survived the days and kept a charm of the 70’es style with brown tiles.
In a place where no window stayed intact, the sun draws shadows of the remains. Cracks, broken fragments and light telling about moments of the past.
This one, I have to confess, is not really urban exploration – it’s just the snapshot of a hotel corridor near Brussels where I stayed for a few nights during a training. A little magic in the development – and it looks not too inviting