This one’s for the turbine hall addicts and historic purists who scoff and disparage the smalls and swirlies in the margins of ruin. The storied significance of doesn’t really make a difference to me. I’m out for the intuitive urge to showcase the things that move me, and while I’m not abjectly rejecting the monumental, I’ll gladly spend hours in some godforsaken shed if the bolts and buckets catch the light just right. With the inception of this website, I’ll admit I sometimes find myself wishing I had more encapsulating captures of the main attractions that indeed contribute to the character of the place as a whole, and I may regress back to broad brushes now and again for this purpose… but maybe not. The images that excite me these days tend to live in the glimpses of finer detail, or obfuscated in swells of extreme tilts and swings that quell the threat of appearance. I dunno, I’ll certainly be posting plain-a-plenty, but I do try to push beyond it. So here then is bunch of incoherent images from some of the most insignificant, unremarkable, banal, stupefying little gems that I’ve stumbled upon and walked away with images that still managed to bring me great joy. I know you’ll come around, for I am a special snowflake artist, gracing urban exploring with an indeminible vision beyond reproach. You’re welcome.