I'm not entirely sure what it is that draws me to these places, but for nearly 15 years I've been finding myself with my camera in these weathered, rusted, and dirty buildings. I'm not trying to make a statement. I simply find the mess beautiful in a way- which is strange because I'm a person who can't stand clutter. But there's something different about seeing these old places out in the middle of nowhere. It's like the building isn't exactly eroding, but growing into the rest of the landscape... it's hard to describe. Maybe in another 15 years I'll finally figure out what it is about them... but for now, I don't mind stopping to look and listen.