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Can anyone explain why all these trailers outside of town are missing their walls?
This is just one of 4 I know of ...weird. 

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I love this house.  I know I've shot it before but I was driving by this evening and it called to me.

If I had a large amount of disposable income I would buy this and all my other favorite abandoned properties so I could have total access to them without the hassle of sneaking or looking like a creep.  I wouldn't think about restoring them but they would definitely become photography studios.  I can only imagine what this place looks like inside.

Previously, I tried a "Jeff Brouws" style shot with this house and didn't really come close.  He's amazing and I won't begin to compare my work to his but I think this first shot is closer.  When looking at his images I'm inspired by the way he frames his scenes, the dual frames and where they're slightly incongruent,and the subjects he chooses.
I'm really struggling to create more compelling images and find my own style.  I know a lot of my photographs don't really express that but, hey, you try to shoot a groundbreaking photo every single day.  ;)

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We took a short road trip to an auction in Ohio this afternoon.  Got what I needed (at more than 50% below retail!) and snagged a few shots on the way home.

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The first shot is the remains of the Hotel Evergreen, former strip-club turned pizza shop just prior to the fire (that's a pizza pan on the top step).  I had to pull my mid-size suv right up to the steps and set up my tripod on the roof but, alas, still not quite high enough.  Next time I'll bring the cherry-picker.  The second is an interesting building next door to the rubble.

The third and fourth are from the Spring House just outside our little town.  It's been sitting there for eons, who knows how many syringes and broken crack-pipes are in that pile.  I was standing on a pile of loose bricks, shooting handheld over a crumbling wall into the dark...fun.  I'll be returning soon, there's still a shot that's elluding me there.