A new friend commented today that I had not written anything lately. I answered, that if one does not have something interesting to say...well. I think I may have been wrong. It's my blog and I should ramble about all the non important events of everyday life that somehow lead up to changing it.

Take this picture, the front door. Taken at an old tuberculosis sanatorium, abandoned, waiting for someone to discover its history when all have forgotten it.
It is the Doctor's House, or at least the biggest on the property, and the only one with a bright red roof (trust me). I loved the door, so I took a picture.

Funny though, this is the only shot I took of it.

When I got back, I took the film into the darkroom. As I saw the developer do it's magic, I held my breath.
Others may have their opinions but when I finished the print, my thought was, that this was the first picture I ever took that didn't look like a snapshot.

I fell in love, it has it's place as the reason I embarked on this...Sometimes humbling adventure of photography.

Thank you Troy, for listening and not calling the cops.

The Tunnel Troublemakers.