I’ve always had a strange facination with abandoned places. When I was a kid my friends and I used to sneak into an old factory that had been emtpy since before I was born, there was something about it that scared the crap out of me yet excited me at the same time. That building is still sitting there, emtpy, to this day — and I hope to return to it sometime as I haven’t been inside for many years.

I can’t help the urge to explore when ever I come across an abandoned structure. Something becons me to crawl into the first open window I can find and take a peak, to take in a deep breath of the stale air, to run my fingers along the peeling paint on the walls.  I love every second of it.

Some people travel the world to see ancient wonders.  They go to Rome to see the Colosseum, then off to Egypt to see the Great Pyramid, all the while forgetting the wonders that were hiding in their own backyard.  I decided long ago that as much as I wanted to travel the world I would first explore every corner of my own country.