West Camp, Cementon, Alsen, oh my!

On our journey Northwest to Cooperstown, we meandered through a few quiet, desolate towns in upstate New York to explore a forgotten factory believed to have manufactured cement in its prime. We crept through dusty, fallen walls that led through a maze of buildings and shafts. Water made its way through the deteriorating construction creating natural waterfalls throughout the plant.

Weary, but still standing, the presence of destructive passersby was evident. It seemed that the untold stories were not so much from the time when the factory was active, but whatever has transpired since its downturn. The forsaken structure gave way to many visual delights, most especially lighting.

To gain access to the property, we had to make our way around the seemingly never-ending freight train that spanned a mile at least. Crawling underneath spurred a natural instinct to be fearful; what if it moved?! Being so vast, it appeared there would be plenty of time to escape. Since I can remember, I’ve always plotted my getaway in imagined catastrophic situations.

As for the introductory image, was not really clear on the intention of the building. What looked like a church was entirely boarded up with no semblance of a museum or recent activity. Something was curiously cryptic about its message, and exercise in poor spelling.