Wednesday, November 5, 2014

Ritual of Sunshine



PHOTOGRAPHER’S JOURNAL:  It’s hard to know what went on here, and without presses or paint hoods or ovens to distinguish one space from another, it was often difficult to know where I was. Of course every building, floor, and column, though nearly identical to its neighbors, is carefully numbered. Passing from room to room, floor to floor I kept track of my place on a mental grid in a space that might as well have been endless in all directions until I hit the cellar below the sub-basement or the roof or the last hall.  




2 comments:

Ginnie said...

The imagination goes wild in such a place, Ted. The shadowplay is delightful and the space is expansive. I can almost feel it, as though I were there.

Emery Roth II said...

Thanks for stopping by to see the old factory filled with light.