I think there’s an incredible amount of beauty in decaying houses. Ivy creeps through every broken window and under cracking shingles; sunlight streaks in, illuminating dusty ghosts in a kitchen that once fed a family, in a house that once was a home.
I do my best to respect all posted regulations and trespassing laws during my adventures, and I follow the good ol’ rule of leave-no-trace. For anyone seeking similar adventures, I beg you to do the same and treat what you find with respect.