Dalai Anna: Exploring My (Abandoned) Interests

An abandoned house in my Atlanta neighborhood has always peaked my interest and recently I mustered enough courage and decided to go exploring in it with my camera. I initially took Rosie with me for some company (slash to give me some semblance of protection) but when I learned all doors were bolted shut, I resorted to crawling in throw a broken window and was forced to leave my partner in crime behind.

I crawled around this house for quite some time- stepping over 1989 newspapers, broken glass, an assortment of mirrors, mother's day cards from '91 and a whole stack of National Geographic magazines that had become completeley porous by hungry moths over the past two decades.

I was enjoying snooping around until I came across one room that was clearly being inhabited with a well (and the only) swept floor in the house with a broom in the corner, a notebook and pen, and a few extra pairs of socks laying on the ground. I stopped and listened for a bit and heard rustling from the basement. I definitley wasn't alone and was hanging out in someone else's territory. I about jumped out of my skin but managed to jump out the window first. I wish I could have spent more time photographing but am content with the few pictures I managed to snap...