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was thinking back to my urban exploration adventure last year. everytime we drive by, i say, "i can't believe i've been in there!" i think it too, whenever i wear the black chucks, like i am today. somehow, i squeezed in though a gap in a gate and after gingerly pushing through my backpack, which contained a flashlight, a hammer, a screwdriver, a tripod, and a Mamiya with 6 rolls of Tri-X Pan film. after climbing in through a second story window, i went through the building room by room, marveling at the gorgeous decay. i suppose i should have been afraid of spirits and such, especially in the morgue, but i just wasn't. after two hours of shooting long exposure pictures with a tripod and trigger, i snuck out the same way i got in and drove off in giddy pleasure.
