reckless abandon
dystopia is not limited to fiction
I am drawn to abandoned spaces. Graffitied gas stations and vacant motels on a road trip; shuttered shopping centers; bygone airport coffee shops; empty barns and lakes; Detroit.
Do I seek emptiness, or does it find me?
On a recent Cabo getaway, it found me: an abandoned hotel lurking in the shadows of a 5-star resort.
I savor the solace of abandonment, this opulent juxtaposition. Blue mosaic tiles glittering in a waterless pool. Broken margarita glass on the swim-up bar counter. Waves crashing beyond bougainvillea-choked stone walls.
The images remain, forever embedded in the scrapbook where memory and dreams collide.
I think you’d love Havana
Oh this is so good! I love these kind of places too, wondering about their pasts and their stories and what happened to make something so thriving become so desolate. Beautiful pictures.