All too often, I shy away from unfamiliar places, or places that I think might be unsafe. Abandoned buildings are a good example---I'm deeply curious about what I'd find inside, and I'm sure that I'd love posting the pictures I might take . . . if only I could be sure I'd get out of there alive.
I'm torn between being contentedly danger-averse and wishing I could simply throw caution to the wind and just do it anyway.
The other day I walked past this place, this wonderful conglomerate of colors, shadows, and angles. These buildings were situated on an unfamiliar street, off course, the wrong direction. But I'd been thinking about being braver, thinking about going off into the unknown and dismissing the voice whispering to turn back.
I didn't find any miracle images down that road, but I also didn't find anything to make me regret walking that way. And now, I feel a little more willing to do it again.