We recently visited the Catskill mountains. Everywhere we went were scenes like this. Even houses that were still occupied were collapsing. It was so sad. But then we drove by the old Concord Hotel and I was devastated. The last time I'd seen it, it was a very nice place. I was there as a contestant in the Miss NY pageant in the early eighties. When I saw it too was in shambles I burst out crying. I was too upset to even try to shoot it. It was so odd to me b/c I didn't know how strong an attachment I had to that memory until the tears came. I guess it meant more to me than I ever realized. Seeing this whole community, based around a mostly dead industry, in such a state of decay, was truly heartbreaking.