The family that acts together, cracks together.
...or so it's said, I guess. I myself am going with my sister to check out an abandoned factory that we think is now condemmed. We will most likely take some pictures of it in its current dilapidated state, as such places are some of our mutual favorite subject material. There are lots of nice little forgotten corridors, decrepit gantries, and cryptlike sub-basement levels for us to brave and explore.
I haven't done anything this crazy since I was a pre-teen sloshing through storm sewer pipes and crawling on my belly through 10" crevasses in rocky hillsides. I blame it on a combination of an inborn dead-cat curiousity and too many hours spent watching Natural Geographic specials as a kid. I still to this day want to go spelunking in those mayan sacrificial cave-wells in the Yucatan. Who knows what kind of stories I could bring back to tell...or souveniers to share?
~turn around, turn around,
there's a thing there that can be found!
...or so it's said, I guess. I myself am going with my sister to check out an abandoned factory that we think is now condemmed. We will most likely take some pictures of it in its current dilapidated state, as such places are some of our mutual favorite subject material. There are lots of nice little forgotten corridors, decrepit gantries, and cryptlike sub-basement levels for us to brave and explore.
I haven't done anything this crazy since I was a pre-teen sloshing through storm sewer pipes and crawling on my belly through 10" crevasses in rocky hillsides. I blame it on a combination of an inborn dead-cat curiousity and too many hours spent watching Natural Geographic specials as a kid. I still to this day want to go spelunking in those mayan sacrificial cave-wells in the Yucatan. Who knows what kind of stories I could bring back to tell...or souveniers to share?
~turn around, turn around,
there's a thing there that can be found!
Two New Years Eves ago we were up in the hills of Morgan Hill (a city nearby here) rummaging through abandoned tractor barns and supposed witch houses. We found a deer skeleton (skull and all) picked clean by a moutain lion, and we hung it up in a tree and made a sort of ceremonial circle of rocks around the tree. Pretty creepy, but oh so fun.
Nature, exploration, and the unknown (whether mystical or otherwise) are great.