Cascades

This first image isn't mine (MyTravelGuide.com doesn't seem to know that the building was razed months ago): by the time I found the Saco restaurant/hotel, no one with a walker would have dared enter, even for a lobster special.

I'm posting these today because yesterday I bought a great Matt Robbins photo at the Bakery Collective auction which he shot of the front of this place last winter during a snow storm.

I only got interiors:

Portland Nights

I didn't even trespass once while shooting these.

Nonetheless, I had a small run-in with the police after taking a picture of the front of a convenience store (below). I think the combination of a hood and tripod was a little too scary for a Cumberland Ave neighbor who alerted the authorities of my questionable activities.

After convincing two officers (one arrived as back-up just after the first) that my motives were benign I continued my wanderings but soon realized I was being tailed; it took them about an hour to lose interest in me.

Another place I shouldn't have been

Made a late-night entrance into a mostly vacant office building downtown. A few things were left behind, including the kitchen sink.

Holes in the floors were covered with pieces of plywood, all spray-painted with the word "hole."

I triumphantly returned home after 3:00 in the morning carrying a nicely framed 8-foot-long dry-erase board over my head (you can see a small fraction of it in the image below). It's in my kitchen now.

Should this blog be anonymous?

Going to church

I guess churches just don't draw the crowds today that they used to; here's another one no longer in service.

Colin heard from one of his fellow foodies that this former Methodist church (tucked behind city hall and now hidden behind scaffolding) was vacant and worth checking out.

I soon found myself a little bloody after climbing through a broken window pane in the basement. (No, I didn't break it -- some over-eager God-seeker must have).

Pulp Friction

This was one of Byron's alternative-dance-spectaculars at the Asylum. It felt kinda good to shoot some intentionally out-of-focus hyper-noisy pics from the hip as a "fuck you" to my generally anal photographic tendencies.

Photo-therapy: