We’ve been walking more in our immediate neighborhood. I don’t usually talk about it much, because – well, there’s not much to talk about. It’s a sketchy, industrial area. And I don’t typically take photos of it because – well, I don’t want to walk around with my camera for fear having it snatched from me. But, there’s a lot to see, and a lot of photos waiting to be captured. There’s tremendous texture to be found in industrial lots.

We used to go urban-exploring all the time in metro Detroit…. around all the abandoned buildings and lots that littered the city. One of my favorite places was an abandoned turn of the century asylum for children – so spooky. Recently I discovered that Massachusetts has numerous abandoned asylums, and I brought up this funfact to my husband and asked if we could go explore and photograph the buildings. During [what seemed like 2 hours] a few seconds of awkward silence, I realized this was the difference between someone who grew up in an old industrial city, versus someone who grew up in modern suburbs around the world. MP just thought I was insane for bringing up the idea (no pun intended), let alone thinking it would be a fun adventure. We’ll see.