My photographer friend Jen has a thing for trespassing with her camera, just to see what she might find. I admit I've never once looked at an old abandoned house and wanted to go inside to take pictures, but that is what we did today and from now on I'll be looking for more old buildings to crash. Going inside a squatters' house is an experience I'll not soon forget. It amazes me that there are people out there who actually spend time inside this place, the presence of filth & destruction was overwhelming and disturbing. In fact, it didn't bother me too much while I was there shooting, but looking that the photos this evening was bothersome. I have to wonder, how does what was once a family home eventually become a veritable landfill?
I found the presence of this particular textbook to be rather ironic. I've come to the conclusion there are some things about humans and society I'll just never understand, the state of this house being one of them.
The graffiti covering on the walls speaks volumes about the people who have spent time in this house. Anger was expressed everywhere. Jen has more pictures of the graffiti from her first visit to this house
here.
Of all the things I might expect to find in a squatters' house, fine imported capers is not one of them!
I'm guessing there is no toilet seat lid like this anywhere else in the entire world. I had to climb over two feet of garbage to get a shot of it and I'm glad I did. I love it!
I can't figure out if it's a misspelling or directions to those who venture up the stairs?
More photos from today's adventure can be seen
here.
My photographer friend Jen has a thing for trespassing with her camera, just to see what she might find. I admit I've never once looked at an old abandoned house and wanted to go inside to take pictures, but that is what we did today and from now on I'll be looking for more old buildings to crash. Going inside a squatters' house is an experience I'll not soon forget. It amazes me that there are people out there who actually spend time inside this place, the presence of filth & destruction was overwhelming and disturbing. In fact, it didn't bother me too much while I was there shooting, but looking that the photos this evening was bothersome. I have to wonder, how does what was once a family home eventually become a veritable landfill?
I found the presence of this particular textbook to be rather ironic. I've come to the conclusion there are some things about humans and society I'll just never understand, the state of this house being one of them.
The graffiti covering on the walls speaks volumes about the people who have spent time in this house. Anger was expressed everywhere. Jen has more pictures of the graffiti from her first visit to this house here.
Of all the things I might expect to find in a squatters' house, fine imported capers is not one of them!
I'm guessing there is no toilet seat lid like this anywhere else in the entire world. I had to climb over two feet of garbage to get a shot of it and I'm glad I did. I love it!
I can't figure out if it's a misspelling or directions to those who venture up the stairs?
More photos from today's adventure can be seen here.
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