One of my favorite things about life.

I love sneaking into places I shouldn't be. Something about the fear of getting caught, that someone might be just around the corner waiting to chase you out of there. I love the usual deserted feeling, the emptiness, it's almost everywhere I've been. Going into old decrepit buildings and having to worry about whether the stairs are going to hold up...coming into a room and finding a book about wood pulp, or a hard hat, some piece of someones life that got left behind.
*AislinnEire and I snuck into an old wood mill earlier. Huge rooms still filled with machinery, but now empty enough that we can hear our footsteps echo back to us from the far walls a block away. Dust and spiderwebs covered everything. We were sneaking our way through one of the buildings when someone started up a backhoe just on the other side of the wall, working on demolishing the building next to us. It sounded like the apocalypse. We had thought our footsteps and our hushed whisperings were loud moments before, now we had ripping metal and breaking concrete and machinery reverberating all around us. We made a run for some stairs in front of us, trying to rush by the gaping holes in the walls so as not to be seen by the apocalypse man. The stairs had no windows, was forced to use the light on my camera to navigate up three flights of forgotten stairways. We made our way through old offices, breakrooms, meeting rooms; all filled with dust covered desks, chairs, books, random shit. Did some photo sets, you can see some of them over there <--. The apocalypse man had stopped his apocalypting, and we thought that the time was right to venture outside and to new areas...so we did. Then in an epic end to this story, one that will be told for generations to come, eventually becoming the very myth that Mothers tell their children about the creation of their world and the sole purpose of their existence, we remembered that we had only paid for an hour of parking on our parking meter and rushed the hell out of there in hopes of avoiding a $25 parking ticket. Narrowly avoiding a man rummaging through his work truck and managing not to get cut up on a barbed wire fence.

plus, no ticket.