I don't normally venture outside the city limits. Once outside, I feel like a ticking suicide bomb. This place called for me, however. I'm a lush for old industrial sites. Pictured is an old asphalt processing facility, in the sticks outside ATL.
Normally, I don't bat an eye at sketchy characters around urban abandonments. It's only natural; hell, I'm probably one of them. But, the type we ran into here were of another breed. A man dressed in jogging pants, cowboy boots, and a silken robe, came up and began questioning us. At times he was threatening, and other times playful. I'm normally good at reading folks; but he was off my radar. He was constantly eyeing me, saying stuff like "Ooh, I like it when you smile." Towards the end of our conversation, he lifted his shirt and said, "hey! don't you worry; I ain't packin." I desperately wanted to reply by pulling up mine and shouting, "well, you ain't very prepared are ya?!" Too bad I don't carry. In my head, I blasted his ass.
After he stumbled away, I got some rad shots with my Nikon N90S & Infrared Ilford SFX 200.
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