When I was growing up, there was a kick-ass record store about a mile from my parents’ house. A couple blocks away was an empty juice factory. It was always closed, shuttered, and the realtor whose number was listed on the door never picked up the phone. I’m visiting my parents, and on my way to go pick up some more music, I noticed that someone was doing construction on the juice factory. The main door was open, and this was inside.

One thing I’m starting to notice about my photos at low angles is that they’re never quite low enough. I’ll shoot a car and looking at the pictures a day later, I’ll just wish I’d gotten even lower. To be experimented with more in the future...