A lot of people appreciate the grit, texture, and character of abandoned building photography. Even some other photographers who haven’t photographed abandoned locations are fascinated with the concept and are curious about it. Some have even asked me location details. The one or two people I would share that with already know who they are, if they’re asking, chances are they aren’t one of them, lol. For good reasons.
Someone who doesn’t know the ropes with abandoned building photography, especially when bringing a model, it can be very dangerous. Someone still owns it, and doesn’t want people there because of liability and worry of further damage, etc. Also, I have seen people commenting about furniture, and they’d love to take it and restore it. Maybe that doesn’t mean they’d actually take it if they were there, but my first thought is something like this. People like you are why I don’t share locations. There is no written code, but for me, I don’t penetrate boarded windows or locks, I only enter if there is a way in without breaking in. I leave everything as I found it and never take anything, just out of principle. That helps preserve photographers’ reputations and if discovered at a location, we aren’t lumped in with thieves, vandals, vagrants, etc.
Many people like the photos but not the thought of what it takes to get them. Here are some inherent dangers that go with the territory.
-Squatters or other occupants, paint huffers. Though this isn’t often for me, give respect, get respect. Know when it’s time to leave.
-Weak floors and ceilings, mold, sharp objects and broken glass. Just a few of the goodies.
-Snakes and other vermin
-Risk of being confronted by owner or law enforcement. Again, if it happens, respect and clear intent. That code above helps them realize we aren’t there to harm anything or do illegal activity. If I’m in a remote area unfamiliar to me, and there are neighbors within eyeshot, I try to make contact so someone knows why I’m there. Beats getting shot.
-Weird energy. I hear the sound of a mourning dove and metal siding slapping in the breeze, but that can’t distract me because I have to keep my wits about me for other imminent dangers like falling through the floor, lol. It can feel eerie and lonely, but it’s a happy place for me. Some don’t need to try it.