There’s something that I love about dilapidated buildings. In my spare time, I seek them out and try to learn new spots – and then go photograph them, or in them – or near them. There is beauty in destruction, a way of making things new and nature blooming through the debris. A rebirth of sorts… so on this particular Friday, I set out first by myself and then with my Shaman friend (who is also a fellow photographer), and explored some key places in Philly. Mind you, my overly ambitious nature had a list of 8 local spots, one in the burbs. But after realizing how massive these structures were (13 floors + at the Beury, up next in the blog posts), I was helluva tired, the sun was setting (in North Philly = get the funk out) and beers needed to be had after a hard day’s exploration work.