When I moved to Pittsburgh in April of 2000, I immediately fell in love with the city. One of the things that I tend to do whenever I end up in a new city, I like to wander around, get lost in an unfamiliar neighborhood, photograph my way out, and talk to anyone I meet along the way. Over the years I have amassed quite an archive of photographs of Pittsburgh’s neighborhoods, the good, the bad, and the ugly. Last week I walked through Pittsburgh’s Hill District neighborhood. Some parts of it have been gentrified and rebuilt into a series of cookie-cutter townhouses and apartment complexes, some retained their original look, and some have fallen into disrepair. Every time I walk through this neighborhood, I find these once-loved buildings crumbling and falling apart, and that makes me incredibly sad.