Urban exploration is my absolute favorite adventure. I'm currently in Red Wing for a weekend getaway, and see elements of my favorite abandoned places here on every street corner.

I'm not sure why I'm so attracted to urban decay and exploring places I'm not supposed to be in—I think it's partially the nostalgia factor (as I've always felt I was supposed to be born in the 60's.) Maybe it's the chance of peeking into another time that I'm not supposed to be a part of. There's a website called "The Dictionary of Obscure Sorrows" that describes my fascination as anemoia.

"Imagine stepping through the frame into a sepia-tinted haze, where you could sit on the side of the road and watch the locals passing by. Who lived and died before any of us arrived here, who sleep in some of the same houses we do, who look up at the same moon, who breathe the same air, feel the same blood in their veins—and live in a completely different world."

I couldn't agree more with this emotion. Maybe in a past life I was a hippie from the 60's. Maybe I just like autumnal colors and modernist design. Check out this article that focuses on abandoned spaces before and after. They focus on picturesque postcards of now abandoned spaces, and I can't stop viewing the galleries.

Here's a film roll of my first urbex adventure (shot with my Nikon FM and one of my favorite people in the universe.)