The vaulted ceilings and the fragile columns are a nice touch to a sorta remarkable building. Not inspirational but impressive. Motts you are always the best of the best.

Just another hall that I would want to haunt when I smoked a joint and dropped some mild acid, eh?

Keleigh, your name sounds so nice to this American pleblein.

The long typical white corridor with a bit of a psychodelic effect. Red lights always blew my away.

Could have been masturbatiing the next minute. Damn, he be happy don't he.

I want this ediface to be my home. I have needed a place to haunt after my demise. This is it.

So sad, so bad, they begone.

Gothic, gothic, gothic, fantabulous shampeircal.

Damn, thats just good.

It's the totality of beauty that I see and whats behind door three. So many stories, so many tales to be told and no way to tell them. Lynne , you are the best.

The manificence and glory of the articftecure of it all. The whobegone of what happened here. Does it diminish the the whole general scene of what it's all about. Answers, no answers, feedback. Lynne, whats it all about.

Damn, takes my breath away.

A miner would put his personal crap in these these little compartments before they went down and probably left there miner caps when they left. They had the kind of compartments in Spinghill Novie . Mott's, check out Springhill, Novie, has lots of possibilities for the master.

On top of a coal mine? What could be below.

How majestic and how awful. Many years ago I went on a tour of the coal mine in Springhill Nova Scotia after they had closed it because of a bump in the early fifties. It killed many miners and it was the talk of the day. It never opened again, but they had tours of it by an old coal miner who gave us miners hats and the rest of the garb to keep us safe. The house up above the mine kept the clothes and the mining lamps that they had used on that fateful day and me old lady found it damp, dark , and a experience that we shall never forget 400 ft. below the earth. What a majestic peice of bullshit over such misery. Motts you should do spell it out. What the hell would I do without a pro like you.

Cannot anyone see the coal shoots sending tons of coal down to the laborers who scooped it up to be processed in managable amounts to be distributed.

A gothic cathedral with so many tales.

Vaulted ceilings, how many workers were employed to make such an intricate creation.

Virgil bringing us down the 6th circle. Where to next.

It brings me back to times that I have experienced before but I can't remember when. I know it was long before I was born, but I know that I was there.

The luxry ship from l937, the Titanic. No matter where I go with this I see the cruise ships of the 30's. The decks, the deck chairs, the captain at the helm and ready to sink at any given time. It's the coolest, imaginative series of photos that just hits home. Again, Motts, you are the best. Onward and upward my man.

Lordy, this was a Nazi owned installation. The whole place smells Nazis and Bush. The photo is gut wrentcing in more ways than one.

I could smell the mold and sense the dampness. Nice shot,eh?

Brings me back to the 14th century when I wandered these labyrinths of many times ago. Just an excellent pic. Once again, Motts, you are the man of photo land.

A porthole on the sea of change and the tumultuous vissitudes of the mind. Good work, eh?