Today's adventures brought us to the abandoned house on the corner.  Not a far journey from my apartment on the other corner. 
I set the alarm last night to get up at sunrise, to shoot the house in amazing light.  Get some great shots to usher in a new photo album on facebook.   The story of Agnes & Elliot.
It took me a trip to the store that sells happiness in a cup, to pump myself up...  I am always aware of the risks and consequences involved.  I choose to challenge.  But wisely.  I parked my car and sat for a few minutes, occasionally looking over toward the house.  There was a quick moment of thought if I should go wake up the Sab, to join in the adventure...and safety.  You can't be an urban explorer if you're an idiot.  If I can get in, so can anyone else.

With all that said, I chose not to wake the boy.

 "If I don't go now, and alone... then when?  Will not having someone there actually stop me?!  Will the nerve ever be lost to the shadows of time?   Never.. grab your running shoes from the trunk.  You pack them exactly for this purpose.  Get them and go.  Now!" 

Leaving my outdoor flip flops in the Autobot Kia (aka from hell).. I gripped my Nikon baby tight.  The rush began... a whirlwind of everything.  Police, crackheads, alarms, serious dangers..all of it fades once I saw my first web of broken glass.  It becomes a desire... the most masculine emotion/thought I have.. "I will get inside her.  A notch on a bedpost".  But upon leaving the adventure of that day, you remark that forever she will be yours in some way.  Mine?

The front glass door to the mud room squeaked louder than any sound I could remember at that moment.  It smelled like piss and tobacco.  Cigarettes butts littering the piles of unopened mail and local newspapers. 


The main door had a frame of glass missing, so I reached in and unlocked the door...

and quickly vanished inside...