Shadows.  Glimpses.  Imaginings.  History.  Stories.

Down the road, behind the tangled overgrowth, beyond the hinge-cocked door lies that which we are not meant to view.  Forgotten homesteads.  Idled factories.  Abandoned machinery.  Ruins.  Ah, the best are the ruins.  Whether urban exploration or rural, no one is supposed to be there.  Yes, it’s trespassing.  Treading on someone else’s ground, but not as a villain, taking only pictures to celebrate the hidden world.  Leaving only footsteps, stories are preserved.

Come.  Explore with me.