What I can say for GETTING the picture is I had to create a makeshift tripod, because I didn't bring mine. I wound up using some wood and propping it up in a shopping cart. It stank evilly in there...filth and rot and the heady must of abandonment. I didn't stay long, because it was cold and dark and the birds living in the rafters kept moving about and I felt like I was in a horror movie. There are a few other rooms in there that I'd like to eventually get up the nerve to take pictures of, but I'll need to make myself some kind of net bubble so the spiders and other bugs that were squiggling about en mass can't bother me directly.
There was a dusty pile of spent bullets in the middle of this room, but I didn't see any bullet holes in the windows, or the beams, or anything else. I wonder what was being shot at.
It's kind of awesome to be in buildings that are lonely and forgotten. Particularly when you're in a good mood. Maybe that's strange, but 'm ok with that.
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