2009-11-18 // 22:15:59
no1wantsreality
Getting arrested sucks but I would hate for you to stop. Your pictures are amazing and I envy you because you get to go into places I dare not go into by myself.
I had an old boyfriend who would get me to break into condemned buildings with him for pictures. It’s definitely addicting and gave me this high from being in this place I’m not supposed to be in. My issue was the poisonous snakes not the cops. There was also something comforting, beautiful, and mysterious about these torn up buildings. I loved discovering the little lingering decaying details of the people or creatures that once inhabited the place. Details that you know most people don’t give a shit about but you.

2009-11-18 // 19:39:52
Urizen
I'm glad Esther can't draw and you climbed the stairs. And i like that the treasures found are hidden in this picture.

2009-11-18 // 16:23:53
Mrlavinyl
I love their patterns of empty places ...

2009-11-18 // 13:20:52
mattjudas
yeah
great scenary

2009-11-18 // 10:57:21
Esther.Z.Schnickenacke
I am having a thought and it's hard to express, but I'll try. Sorry if this makes no sense.

I was thinking that perhaps there are deserted places inside you - and inside us all - that feel just like this. And perhaps some of us need to visit them.

I also think that if you can create something - an image, an object or a world - out of nothing (for example by painting it or sculpting it or writing about it just from your imagination) you can bring those secret inner places into the outside world. But if you can't do that - if you can't paint, for example, and what you do is to take photographs, then there's no way to get in touch with those places unless you go in search of a real physical place and take pictures there.

Another thought: I always find that giving up things that are very good and very bad for you at the same time is much, much harder than giving up things that are purely either good or bad for you.

And here comes another one: proving your willpower and giving up something in the above category can end up feeling like more of a personal let-down than failing ever could have. That's one of the things that make the exercise so hard.

(Sorry if that was all bollocks.)

^ It all makes perfect sense. I have a little less shame now. I guess this addiction is better than some kind of drug. They are my doll houses. :)