The trees outside look very close to being inside...

My first thought was that the door on the right was stairs...really skinny freaky stairs...

Lions and Tigers and Bears...Oh My!

Red and Yellow...just like McDonalds!

The reflection is amazing!

Whoa....

the building was only abandonded about 3 weeks ago...it is the radiation that makes the paint look that way...

Loose lips sink ships....

Has a very 40's look to it...

If you need the pook bucket jackieb...I think Lynne has it. this is a stunning shot though

But if you look at the bars on the door, they did try to make them look somewhat decorative...

Are the windows floor to ceiling? They look quite close to the floor...and the bars...just keeping someone in...or out...or in...or?

What was in the safe? The reflection of the trees in the window is surreal...

At the far end it appears as though someone is sitting in a wheelchair with their head bowed...

Justin - Never enough scripture...but that is the nice thing about these comments...you don't have to read them.

Nice Canada...but the CHINS that bind us? I am so glad to see someone else makes typos...I love them...i must I make a lot of them lol

Hey, I just noticed the con trail....

Canada...it is a stain that we should never clean or erase. When my mom's first husband came back from WWII (he was a POW) and told people about the death camps...people didn't believe him. They said it was all war propeganda to make people support the war. People told him it was impossible for something like that to be going on. Being a POW in 'Germany left him in such poor health that he died of a massive heart attack in his mid-30's. My uncle used to transport German POW's and they begged not to be returned to Germany, they wanted to stay in U.S. It was a sad time...

These photos really move me. I do a search using the first word that comes to mind and the only thing i could think of more inspiring than Mott's photos is the bible...

And I bet Hiter thought this too would last forever...

Who had his dwelling among the tombs

And always, night and day, he was in the mountains, and in the tombs, crying, and cutting himself with stones

The mother of Sisera looked out at a window, and cried through the lattice

Ummm...if this were a monestary I don't think the occupants would have been interested in a virgin...maybe a ram?

and lookest narrowly unto all my paths; thou settest a print upon the heels of my feet.