We were almost done going through this defunct hospital in Detroit when we found the operating rooms. In total darkness, overhead lamps leered from the ceiling, while rusting cabinets lined the walls. An already successful exploration had gotten that much better.
Shooting by flashlight isn’t ideal, and of all the angles and takes I tried this is really the only one that looks halfway decent. Hopefully, it conveys a bit of the sense of place.
I feel closest to God after he’s left the building.
We were lucky enough to make our way into this church as a shaft of morning light was traversing the altar.
Perhaps one God has left, but Apollo’s eye still finds its way in every morning.