Door To Nowhere

Walking home after dropping the van off at the garage I passed the old brickworks, not far from where I live. I've been in there to take photographs before, but never in the snow.

The uncomfortably silent ruins are haunted by stories of bygone industry, subsequent abandonment, and more recent abuse as a youth hang-out. Somehow the patchy blanket of snow added to the feeling of desolation.

I liked the sense of irony in this photo: the imagery of the open door, positively inviting, but obviously leading to nowhere of value any more.