The place on the corner stood standing empty for years.
Colourful painted boards on the windows at the front. Demolition taking place at the back.
The Bull Hotel is a place I've driven passed time and time again as Laura used to live just up the road from it. Only the other day, i noticed a way in.
With something you love in life, you must try your hardest to do the best job you can, no half measures. Get results.
Ive not enjoyed urbexing for a while, its nothing compared to street photography. The explore itself is the best part, the photography can be a bit boring or a bit basic.
My constant challenge of finding the light has produced some of my greatest urbex shots ever.
Its a dangerous place to be; holes in the ceiling and holes in the floor, piles of defecation under foot left by the birds. Every step could be an expensive one if go through the floor boards. Its all part of the fun.
|A blessed moment, a bird flies away at the decisive moment.|
|The light in the dark|
Exploring in the dark, following the light, whats round the corner?
|There's always a chair.|
|The female of the species is more deadly than the male|
Each time the cloud broke above, this beam of light was the centre piece.
Everyone has issues.
I like these times alone.
Embrace the light.