When the money has gone

Per previous post, this is a photograph taken from inside the abandoned bank vault. When we first put flash lights inside the vault, all I noticed was some light debris and the blue blanket/bedding on the floor. I never noticed the burnt orange walls (that were literally burnt). It wasn’t until I reviewed in playback the three long exposures that I noticed the burn. At first, I didn’t think the photograph would be that interesting, but then again, what are the odds of orange walls with a blanket that would add a splash of blue?

I don’t consider myself an “urbexer,” the impassioned explorer/photographer who dresses in near military garb and whirls through urban decay every day. But I do like abandonment. I began photographing abandonment simply because there is so much of it in the area. I have found over time that there is always a spellbinding sense of history in these little nooks even when the places are mundane. Inside of an empty bank vault, it’s easy to imagine upon a time when the vault was full, and how many lives were influenced by what was in that vault. Inside the bank, great opportunities for some lives occurred, and for some, hopes were faded. Now, the money is gone and the door has been jack-hammered off and sold for scrap. And in a somewhat ironical manner, the money vault has been burned, and become a rest spot for itinerates who have the least.