On my way into Pennsylvania once, I had noticed a very intriguing country home sat behind some brush, a broken wooden fence stretched perfectly across the front yard.

I’m SICK of people turning photography or any other type of art (but especially photography in today’s society) into a game or competition of “who is better” or who did what/who got to a spot first or who has this or that. Why bring so much negativity?

Trust me; I love a “dead mall” just as much as any other explorer or lover of urban decay, but with Chapel Hill Mall, this surely is NOT the case.