I've visited Cementland every year for the past 3 or 4 years. I'm super interested in St. Louis building and urban history and abandoned buildings/ community art spaces, and have delved deep into the interwebs reading about cementland as well.

Each time I visit old memories come back-- a visit with a once best friend during covid, and us doing a photoshoot in golden hour enthralled with the glowing graffiti and light streaming in on us as we laid upon cement making molds and crossed the precarious bridge that once connected castle turrets. I made puns about whats a photographers favorite drink--- natural light haha when we saw empty natty cans.

A year or two later I went with my brother and I kept teasing him because he doesn't like walking through grass. Wke got onto the roof and saw the city we grew up in sprawling out on all sides of us, it was so cool. The sounds of the highway nearby sounded like it could be the rushing water of the river. We had a really fun time laughing at the graffiti messages we read.

I went a few weeks ago with new friends and thought of my old ones I came here with and who I was in love with on those previous visits and who I wished I could send these pictures too and all of the other people who have come here and how I don't want this place to close. I saw some old St. Louis manufactured bricks in the mud. We got up to the top of the cement stacks and talked about if aliens came here if they would see the inner part of the tower with kirby graffitied inside of it as a religious shrine and of alien landscapes and invasions.

we followed the train tracks-- the old mechanical electrical honeycomb wiring system boxes caked with worker bee hives and stale real honeycombs. Cement honey.