Sophia loved the strange and the mysterious, and I loved her. I was excited to have something to offer her when she told me about her fascination with _urban exploring_, the art of exploring and photographing abandoned man made structures.

I bragged about the chocolate brown two story house that sat decaying at the very end of my dead end street. Each window was boarded up, and I told her that it had been for as long as I could remember. Ivory wrapped around the house, squeezing the life out of it like a boa constrictor. The house sat slightly crooked upon its foundation.