One of the most hectic shoots. I noticed the lighting, grabbed my camera and sprinted downstairs to get this shot. Nearly chundered my dinner in the process.
Armed with tripod and iPod, I went over to the ponds for tonight’s shoot (lack of car seriously limits my options). It’s too light so I end up having to wait for the sun to set further behind the curvature of the earth. I see a group of kids armed with flashlights heading undoubtably towards Pyestock, and I shed a metaphorical tear for the vandalism about to happen. Anyway heres the fruits of tonight:
Over seven visits, a decade of dereliction, some of the best times, with the best partners in exploration, crawling through dirt, snow and every tunnel we can find, capturing as much of the beauty and the scale of Pyestock as we can. The pints in the computer house, the post-explore burgers, the blood, sweat and the fear, the security scares, the dog chases and the jeep hunts. The death knell has been rung, but Pyestocks legacy will always live on.