The more I shoot the more I find myself wandering around in some sketchy places. Industrial parks where truck drivers mistake me for a prostitute until they see the camera in my hand. Abandoned train tracks, warehouses, ship yards, docks, etc. I love these places that are home to broken fences, rusted walls, and faded graffiti. My high heels stepping over used syringes, condoms, broken beer bottles. Remnants left behind of good times probably had by the curious junkies that stick their heads out from behind the bushes to see who's coming. This is where I find beauty. 


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