For those of you who don't know, Urban Exploration is exactly what it sounds like. You go into a place that is abandoned and explore.
1) I know, this is illegal. It is technically trespassing and can get you in trouble with the law.
2) This is dangerous for two reasons. a) abandoned buildings tend to be in bad areas of town. ("But, Kriss, why don't you find some places out in the country to photograph?" Wellllll, then I would be engaged in Rural Exploration, and the only rural land around here is swamp.) The last two places I went to were pretty bad. One was at the corner of stab whitey and rape boulevard - the other was at the corner of the cops don't come down here and murder lane. b) Because these buildings are not cared for. You would be surprised at how quickly nature can destroy a thing.
In spite of the danger, I find the results to be infinitely satisfying. (My urban exploration gallery can be seen here).
|That's right MOFO -TIRES!|
|This door right here!|
That's where I came in !
The body in the darkness said "..." The dude was eloquent after all.
I set up my next shot. Set my ISO, focused and then "Thump... Shuffle... Shuffle... Thump." It sounded for all the world like Dr. Frankenstein's assistant Igor was shuffling towards me in the dark. Heavy, worn shoes shuffling in the dirt.
So I said it again. "I'm just taking my photos and I'll be going."
"Shuffle... thump..." It was closer this time. Then it got faster... and closer. "Shuffle thump Shuffle thump Shuffle thump Shuffle thump Shuffle thump Shuffle thump Shuffle thump."
It stopped. I stood there in the dark... the only things I could hear was the beat of my own heart and the flow of blood in my veins.
SCREAMED LIKE A LITTLE GIRL!
It turns out I had just brushed up against a rusted pipe that was hanging from the ceiling and it had snagged my backpack. While this is embarrassing, I have to say, it was a very relieving thing because I was picturing the terminator, an alien or predator or Rapy McKill-the-White-Guy there in the darkness with me.
As my scream echoed off the walls, it started again... Shufflethump. My heart was pounding, my palms were sweating, my bladder was full to bursting... ShufflethumpShufflethumpShufflethumpShufflethump... I said "dude!"
Then a black tom cat came tearing out of the shadows, ran past me and out a broken window. Shuffle Shuffle Shuffle.
No more thump. What the fuck??? Where did he leave his shoes? Seriously?
I finished my photo shoot and left and never found a shoe.
All of this is to say that I have, Honestly, been lucky. Hopefully, I will continue to be because I am addicted to the beauty one can find in decay...
But where the hell is that shoe!?!