I have been digging through some old photographs, looking for some images to use for a writing project. Seeing several years of images, and thinking about the stories around some of them, has been an interesting process. Experiences that once held such great charges, positive or negative, now don't. Other experiences, long forgotten, suddenly give rise to emotions they didn't at the time they actually happened.
Memory can be a pretty strange animal, kind of like the photo above, which I took in Grand Marais, MN in 2007.
Kind of makes you wonder. How do you go about getting permission to trespass? And what's so special inside that bland ass building anyway?
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Ha. Obviously strictly speaking, if you've got permission, you're not trespassing. Interesting sign.
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