This whole business of documenting buildings before (and often while) they get torn down can be frustrating. A friend of mine once called it “chasing bricks” and commented that “after a while, one brick looks like another–what’s the point?” Good question, especially when often the only rewards are some mediocre photos that you can’t reshoot because the subject is a now a pile of rubble. Why become attached to a place that few others care about, only to see it smashed to bits? But then one day you ride past a building you’ve always been curious about, and you notice the orange safety fence and “NO TRESPASSING DEMOLITION IN PROGRESS” signs. Before you know it, Sunday morning has arrived and your glasses are getting knocked off as you squirm through a gap in the fence that is a bit smaller than it first appeared. It’s like a habit–after a while you don’t even know why you do it. You just do it, without thinking…