There is something about crawling all over abandoned buildings, houses and deserted factories that has always appealed to me. Its with a nervous curiosity that I must explore the darkened rooms in the hope of finding forgotten treasures, adrenaline pumping as I realise there may be a stranger lurking in the dark; reading the messages scrawled on the walls and getting a feel for all that came before.
These building all have history, stories, they held hope, housed people, they were created with purpose – and their beauty is still visible in their stark remains, rusty metal, broken glass. They live on in their new form welcoming the regrowth of vegetation where walls once stood. It all thrills me and its hard to hurry the adventure.
This is exactly how I felt when visiting the Old Cement Factory in Philippi. This very sight is ear-marked for development and rejuvenation, which is exciting, but I am delighted to have seen and walked and honoured it prior to the change.
Beauty in Unexpected Places.