The friendly ladies with the ghost stories told me this was called the “new gym” even though it was just as abandoned as the school building across the street. You know for sure that I looked inside….
The main thing I think about when I am out photographing abandoned places is how the particular things I see were left behind. Was this chair broken? Too heavy to life? Maybe someone meant to come back for it? Maybe terrible things happened in the chair, and no one wanted it?
But anyway, there it is, all velvet and mildew and dust and pigeon shit.