I often find myself drawn to abandoned structures that capture the past and hold the stories of time gone by. It’s usually on a chance encounter as I travel the side streets when I discover these forgotten places of the city that they present themselves.
When I stand in the places that once held activity and commerce, I can’t help but wonder who the people were that stood here before me.
What was once produced in these massive sleeping giants? How long was a workday for those who toiled here? How did people spend their free time?
Perhaps it was to take a walk through a narrow passageway to find a sip of spirits from the nearby bourbon barrels that were seasoning in warehouses near the Ohio River. And what was old and abandoned becomes new again.