Chaos

Sunny day today, so off to the factory I went.

The building was quite thoroughly fenced off, and I was hesitant to trespass. When I got inside I found that most all of what once used to be had burned down. The ground was covered in charcoal, entire floors had come down, there was bent steel everywhere. Must have been a real inferno. Rustling pigeons echoed throughout, light shone inside sparsely, ominous writings were on the walls. It fucking owned. I trod carefully, fearing everything around me would collapse with the slightest touch. It didn't, obviously.
I thought that every photo I took was a fricken masterpiece because of the sheer atmosphere of the place, but back home I found I had mostly just 'taken pictures'. I should remain more aware of composition, a lesson that seems to trickle in but slowly.