Earlier today, between bursts of pounding rainfall, I went on a walk and found an abandoned house that’s being quite aggressively reclaimed by nature.

I have fantasies of being more adventuresome and finding my way inside empty houses like this. When I circled the building taking photos, I came across a low window with the sash raised and the protective plywood knocked out.
I must admit, I was temped.

My intuition told me no though, and I didn’t climb through.

As I was leaving, I noticed that the property line was littered with beer bottles, solvent containers and syringe caps.

I guess being a scaredy-cat isn’t always the worst thing.