It’s one thing to risk heading into an abandoned house. You could step on a rusty nail, or get attacked by a mongrel dog.
It’s another thing to walk into a kitchen and find the floor missing.
One whole half of the house, in fact, was either caving in or on its way into the basement. With big holes in the roof, there’s nothing to stop Michigan’s chaotic weather from seeping in. It takes time, but eventually nature does its thing.
The only thing keeping the kitchen intact was the underlying structure – load-bearing walls as saviors.
Devastating. And a rich environment for photo making.
So I did. A quick climb through the shattered window (and torn pant leg) later, I was inside and “urbexing.”
It’s hard to tell what the place was before the roof caved in. The weird part was the all the stuffed animals strewn about. Bags and bags of them, and they were everywhere: on the furniture, on the floor, on the balcony.
The place had just what I look for in photos: strong, deep shadows with shafts of light showing some intense color. It was a lot of fun.