Thursday, January 13, 2011

1-13-2011



So I like exploring places. Generally ones I think are strange or are places I'm not supposed to go. For a while now, I've been curious about the old drive-up motel by my house. Since I moved here, I've considered its existence somewhat odd considering it's in the middle of a residential area with absolutely nothing to visit around (if you're spending the night here, it's definitely to see someone who lives here...why not just stay with them?). In any case, as soon as I ventured down the long driveway towards the antiquated front office, I noticed "no trespassing" signs everywhere. I've never really respected those ever, so I poked around anyway. Before I knew it, a very large man wearing a wifebeater (in the snow) was yelling at me demanding to know what I was doing. I quickly explained (lied) that I was photographer who travels to document independently owned models and drive-ups. This story is probably boring to read, but it was really fun for me to do.