Went back to the old mill yesterday, this time with my friend Marc. The memory of my run in with a homeless (and quite clearly mentally disturbed man) was still crystal clear in my mind.
This trip was quite different, every time we turned a corner, we ran into other people. They were all quite friendly, but it kind of kills the mindset and mood for me. I prefer the isolation, quiet and solitude of exploring an abandoned place.
No crazy homeless guy, no desolate gray skies. It was warm for a late January day and the sun was shining.
This time I got to see the uppermost floors and other parts of the facility I did not get to see last time.
The lighting was great this time. It was an overcast and miserable day last time.
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