I can't say that I would not be afraid to enter this place, but strangely enough I can't help but to feel compassion for a place that reminds me of what I once called home. Its a common sight in Mexico to see an abandoned warehouse with its roof broken from years and years of acid rain corroding it little by little. Houses used to be made like this in some of the slums in Mexico, not made to last but to protect if only for a few years; and some families were just fine with this, after all we never knew there was better things out there and that the way we lived seemed impoverished by other standards. It all seems strange to me, to think I would have grown to love the place I once wanted to leave so  fast. I guess I can relate to Dorothy, no matter what you have endured through, there is no place like home.

Sidewalk..ish

Something that goes without ever being noticed, you use it every day, know it or not; it is a very reoccuring part of our lives yet we never pay much attention to it. It is beneath most our moves, and it never gets any attention. Are we the sidewalks of something bigger, such as society?... Ok I give up, Sure the sidewalk is nice but the centerpiece of the photo are the traffic instruments, I don't really understand why I wanted to take this picture myself, I just felt nostalgic as I saw this scene pass by, I thought to my self, "has this happened before? It feels like a distant memory, of a generation past, like it was once in an album cover of a band in the rock eras." It however is what it is, interpret it as you may, it is a small window in time that in all likelihood will never happen in the exact same way.