After what has seemed like a week of meet­ings, net­work­ing events and social gath­er­ings, it was time for a change. So this after­noon I set out with a bag full of cam­eras and a phone full of maps; and ended up among derelict steel mills and aban­doned yards at water’s edge, climb­ing around on rust­ing com­po­nents in the wan­ing sun.

At one point I was hang­ing on some enor­mous piece of machin­ery shoot­ing found type, hold­ing on with one hand by a giant bolt which left the above impres­sion on my hand.

I also found some pretty cool castoffs of mind-boggling scale:

My hands are not exactly small, but even as a ref­er­ence point they seem infe­rior next to this dis­carded hook.

More to come from this afternoon’s work…Stay tuned…