I was driving down PCH here in northern California. From the highway, I saw an old dilapidated warehouse and a group of houses that look like barracks sitting around collecting dust in area off the highway. I exited off PCH to take a few photos.
I might visit the area again later in the week. I could get some more photos, capture some videos and create a drone noise piece inside one of the houses. I mean, it was a bit creepy, but I wanted to get lost in that area. It was relaxing because it was so desolate and tranquil.
A rustic remain like this area are flashes of past for I have no words to express. It was an isolated island nestled as a dystopic playground to roam about. It totally made my day.
