Forbidden Factory Fruits . . .

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While in Italy in June, we were out wandering around one afternoon when we stumbled on an abandoned factory purely by chance. I had been secretly hoping something like this might happen, but it remained a sort of distant hope, as I hadn't done any research, and we weren't actively seeking such places. But if we didn't find it, it certainly found us.
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I took a first long look at it under a blue Italian sky, took in the gutted windows and collapsing roof, and said, "yes, yes indeed, this is exactly what I've been looking for..."
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And it seemed to answer by giving off a flare of burnt sienna golden light . . .
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A smokestack stood still in a field gazing up through its one good eye at the heavenly blue depths of the sky...
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The geometry of abandoned architecture stood stark in the streaming late afternoon sunlight...
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A gaping green door was beckoning, partially obscured by brambles...
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I fought my way through to find myself in someone's living room, the sofa had seen better days...
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They had lawn chairs, and even a television set...
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Windows had been bricked up, blocking a bit of the view...
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Odd gadgets hung from the walls...
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Perilous stairs led to upper levels, not for the faint of heart...
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A work of modern art caught my full attention, Pollock could hardly have done better...
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Floor tiles partially covered by debris formed more modern art...
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From the highest floor visible in the first photo above, a room with a view...
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More perilous stairs...
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Heaven only knows what went on in a box like this, perhaps better not to know...
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On the upper floors one had to be very careful where one stepped, as holes like this were plentiful, often with long drops below them...
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More geometry of the abandoned, in subtle colors...
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The end of a roof...
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No smoking...
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I don't know exactly what was in this large pile of paper sacks, I wasn't tempted to get too close or to stir up the dust on the floor...
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If photographed with infrared film I imagined they might have appeared almost radioactive...
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Some kind soul had left a message, a statement, a wish ?
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