While I’ve been all over Brisbane and through plenty of industrial areas taking photographs, I’m still a little terrified of someone asking me what I’m doing. Not many people ‘get’ why I like the things I do (I don’t get it myself, so that is understandable!) – so I’ve got lots of visions of someone thinking I’m scoping a place out. Or worse, I’m a terrorist. I was explaining the concept of urbex to my husband the other day, and he asked if I would ever like to do something like that – my immediate reaction was a very emphatic no (I won’t repeat what I really said) – purely because I’m a scaredy cat. Take, for example: the black photo below is in an industrial car park (i.e. – private property). I had to walk past a shipping container, and then between another container and a wall (you can see it on the right) to get to that spot. I was terrified that someone was inside the building and watching me – wondering what the hell I was doing! One day I’ll get over it, I’m sure. In the mean time? I’ll take my photo in a hurry, pray it is ok and run… (Forrest, run!)
