an unassuming photo that needs some context: it was the second night me and some brits tried the tallest construction site in london. after getting spotted by security i ran like hell to some ridiculous distance far away from the site. i got lost, and since i didn't have cell service decided to just make my way back to my hostel. then, just before dawn, i noticed that i was walking past an abandoned [subway/tube/train/metro/idk] station that the dudes showed me some days earlier. i wasn't able to take any flics the first time around since it was pitch black, so i thought i'd take advantage of the morning light and sent this on a whim. sketchy ladders, used mattresses, speeding trains, and forgotten subterranean passageways led me around a spooky british station. it was still so dark that i could only take photos from the ground level. later that day i got in contact with the homies and we swapped stories from the night. one of then managed to get up, but the rest had to bail as well. all were confused as to how and why i ended up back underground at the tracks..
it's kind of a hard story to fit into a caption, but i guess i wanted to spell it all out since i pretty much never get to talk about this day. a lot of the photos i share here are memories that i keep to myself, or others that i met just once or twice. if it weren't for the photos, frankly some stuff would probably get lost in time. this shot is just some vegetation growing over an old structure, but to me it's a reminder of the ludicrous shinanigans that once occurred in london. if youre still reading, cheers, but if this was too much 'context' leave a thumbs down in the comments pls 👎
Going through the archives and re-editing tons of photos. The light in this place was so remarkable..
miss this city and the people
some more context: watched an epic display of lightning on the venetian horizon from the spire of a fourteenth century basilica. i got to experience this not just once, but two nights in a row. the second time up i brought holly, someone i met in my hostel that day; she was a mother of three, successful entrepreneur, and an absolutely fearless women who pushed me to send it that night.
music by @owseymusic (remnants of departed days)