From the abandoned furniture factory. A small site, yes, but  an abundance of visual treats.

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I think of this next one as a recovering window.

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And finally, not a window, but maybe a window’s second cousin by marriage.

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Something to get your Monday morning off and running. These were taken in Maine last month.

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Click to view large. It is so worth it just to feel your eyeballs vibrate.

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I wasn’t going to bother with this building: couldn’t get the right perspective, shadows were funky, it wasn’t singing to me.

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Glad I stuck with it.

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I could not, however, solve the problem of getting a full frontal building shot (short of invading the home across the street and shooting from a second floor window…apparently frowned on in places like Kiel) so we will have to leave that one to your imagination.

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Same abandoned furniture factory, different interpretation.

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Well…not the country. Terry Gilliam’s dystopian-but-visually-awesome movie, “Brazil,”  has always been a big favorite of mine.

 Last week, Wabi Sabi and her wheelman came upon an abandoned furniture factory.

And this is what the rear of the building looked like: A crazy dance of multi-colored pipes straight out of Gilliam’s retro-shaped future.

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As I have been working on these pictures, I realize that I prefer them cropped down to abstracts and I will post some of those, but first I really wanted you to see this madcap jumble. Even though I toned the colors down drastically, they are still surprising colorful, giving this space a real cartoon-like feeling.

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Welcome to Chilton, Wisconsin!

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There are signs with arrows in Chilton for “Uptown” and “Downtown.” Uptown has little bakeries and businesses. Downtown has feed mills, feed mills, mill bars and small factories. This was late Saturday afternoon and the only person visible downtown was squatted on the stoop of a rundown hotel, giving full and considered attention to the glowing end of her cigarette.

She was all the verses of a bad country song: “Lord, Don’t let me Wake Up Sober in Chilton.”

Or maybe that’s just my own heartfelt prayer.

At any rate, some shots of a feed mill on its way down.

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