There are certain areas in these places that you fall in love with. It is often something inexplicable, and may not even be translated by the medium of photography - but mute and incommunicable though it is, it is profound: the repetition of the shafts of sunshine coming through skylights at certain intervals, the way dozens of corroded pipes intertwine, off to hidden purposes that no longer matter - it's nothing I could ever really fully explain, but it made me pause in wonder as I took this picture nonetheless.
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Portside Power Plant (a pseudonym), 2009. Photograph by Matthew Christopher of Abandoned America