It had to be done, because I needed the break. I sat my cameras down, and took no photos, with one caveat; The Rotary Scramble. Other than that, NOTHING!
My Alma mater is going through a growing phase that has been going on for nearly a decade. The last of the big dorms to be torn down was the first dorm I lived in during my undergrad. Many called it the prison due to it’s cinder block construction, a 60s design. I am not wailing or gnashing my teeth, just witnessing a milestone, and rebirth of the campus. The only constant is change.
There is a bit of majesty, surreality, and sorrow in the photos. As with many for steele cities of the US, blight is a major problem. At one time, these were peoples homes, and businesses. This is in no way a complete record of the area, just a little taste. I took these photos to both document the blight, and how far along the eradication process is.