One of the sites I stumbled across with my friend Jill in Prince Rupert was the elementary school that she attended as a girl. This place was the focus of my next day's walkabout and I found a space designed with such intent and purpose for education lying completely abandoned and without voice.
Gone were the toys and children, the grass long since avoided by the nearby rows of housing, faint four-square and hopscotch skeltons lining the frost-heaved concrete, and the soft rattle of the chain link fencing in the wind the only reminder that this place was once somewhere active and thriving. I would later learn that the school was condemned for asbestos, rendering the building inert at the centre of a long debate about how best to deal with the remains.
I loved this shot while taking it, the rain breaking slightly and the light coming through at the top, all the while the stairs promising transport to a place higher or lower, making only this momentary pause in time to catch this glimpse of something larger.