explore
an out-take from some time in the last year. I have no idea who this is. I've explored and shot photos with many cool people in the last few years. Normally when processing and clearing out files one might say " WTF is this person doing in my shot?"...and just delete... But not today. I actually liked the sense of solitude and walking into the void
What an odd thing to do. Wandering into abandoned buildings and taking photos. Smelling mold and decay, Hazards everywhere. At face value, it's a really stupid thing to do. Not exactly safe, even if we do try to be as safe as we can. People have and will continue to get injured and killed doing this. Not exactly legal either, as many have learned the hard way.
But there is a draw that I cannot describe with words. A feeling unlike anything I've ever experienced. Breaking the barrier from outside, to inside. Turning a corner and facing the prospect of a long hallway and not knowing if you are alone. Feeling the presence of the factory workers that walked these hallways a century ago. The pride that still remains in these abandoned structures that built the American dream. The rush is incredible. Those who know what I am talking about get it. Those that don't get it will never get it.
How much is enough? I have no idea. Last year crawling 100 yards through a frozen tunnel on a disintegrating conveyor belt while busting into an abandoned warehouse, I thought to myself, what the Hell are you doing man? At the same time I thought, Wow, this is awesome. What a thrill. I love this. It's part of who I am now.
and so here, the urban explorer. Saddled with gear. Walking into the black. An adventure inadvertently captured in mid sentence.
explore
an out-take from some time in the last year. I have no idea who this is. I've explored and shot photos with many cool people in the last few years. Normally when processing and clearing out files one might say " WTF is this person doing in my shot?"...and just delete... But not today. I actually liked the sense of solitude and walking into the void
What an odd thing to do. Wandering into abandoned buildings and taking photos. Smelling mold and decay, Hazards everywhere. At face value, it's a really stupid thing to do. Not exactly safe, even if we do try to be as safe as we can. People have and will continue to get injured and killed doing this. Not exactly legal either, as many have learned the hard way.
But there is a draw that I cannot describe with words. A feeling unlike anything I've ever experienced. Breaking the barrier from outside, to inside. Turning a corner and facing the prospect of a long hallway and not knowing if you are alone. Feeling the presence of the factory workers that walked these hallways a century ago. The pride that still remains in these abandoned structures that built the American dream. The rush is incredible. Those who know what I am talking about get it. Those that don't get it will never get it.
How much is enough? I have no idea. Last year crawling 100 yards through a frozen tunnel on a disintegrating conveyor belt while busting into an abandoned warehouse, I thought to myself, what the Hell are you doing man? At the same time I thought, Wow, this is awesome. What a thrill. I love this. It's part of who I am now.
and so here, the urban explorer. Saddled with gear. Walking into the black. An adventure inadvertently captured in mid sentence.