ALONE.
I took it slow at first, making sure my footing was secure, taking note of even the slightest sounds and calling out the occasional “Hello?” and hoping for no response.
Thankfully I didn’t get one, so I traversed farther into the ramshackle remains of a restaurant riddled with graffiti, broken glass and beer cans among other things. The rush of trespassing and shooting in a place full of danger, mystery and all things broken was something I’ve been craving for a long time. The coolest thing I found was a menu from Carmella’s, the only surviving memory of what used to be. I still played it safe and only stayed inside for about twenty minutes, but I’m happy with what I got and can’t wait to feel the rush of excitement from my next urban exploration!




Abbey - You are so much braver then I could ever be!! I absolutely love the image of the menu under glass and debris. That one picture tells a whole story in itself.