When I was shooting the auditorium and coliseum, the boiler room was just about my favorite place in the entire facility. It was dark and mysterious. It smelled weird. It made unusual clangy noises. It was full of oddities.
So of course it was my favorite place.
If you’ve spent more than five minutes looking at my photographs, you already know I almost never photograph people. But sometimes, I can tell that it’s time to break my own rule. Like this one right here, with those two official-looking people watching that trio hurrying toward one of the last rodeos that would ever happen in this particular building.