Outcast At The Tire Party

Based on a tip from Sigma, Liquid Sugar and I went over to an old garbage incinerator last week. I'm only now getting a chance to look through the photos — I didn't take many, and as usual wasn't too happy with them. But one thing I did like about the place was how it was effectively a bicycle graveyard. There were literally hundreds (thousands?) of discarded bikes lying in piles along the walls... so much for selling them at the police auctions.

The part that I didn't like? The building was beside a meat packing plant. While wandering around this dark abandoned space, the sound of pigs squealing reverberated all around us. Odd. Disconcerting.