"People connect the decay in these photographs with general sort of decay," explained Maurer of the feedback he's received. "Something once grand was left to rot. I think to a lot of people, it's to them a symbol of how wasteful we are."
Appreciate the hard work the photographer put in to show before after photos of the same angle and spot.
It reminded me of the Percy Shelley's poem reproduced below.
I met a traveller from an antique land,
Who said — “two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert…near them, on the sand,
Half sunk a shattered visage lies, whose frown,
And wrinkled lips, and sneer of cold command,
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
The hand that mocked them, and the heart that fed;
And on the pedestal, these words appear:
My name is Ozymandias, King of Kings,
Look on my Works ye Mighty, and despair!
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal Wreck, boundless and bare
The lone and level sands stretch far away.”