wadayameanIcantgothere by LovelyPoetess
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Why does it seem the most interesting places always have signs like these?!?!?!?
and just how often do you ignore them, hmmmm?
I'd love to hear any stories of your "trespasses"
: )
Comments (8)
allisonbender
Fantastic shot and textures!!! tom
MrsLubner
I come from Texas and learned at a very early age you don't cross fence lines, posted or no trespass signs. They are no joke and even if it seems no one is around, you never know for sure. Looking down the barrel of a 12 gage shotgun is not something you ever want to experience more than once. On occasion, I have looked up the owner of a property and asked permission for entry and its been given. Other times the answer is a flat no. I have no bullet holes in me or arrests and I plan to keep it that way.
bmac62
Tough looking place. Might be some old crazy living in there! As a youth in New York state, I have entered properties that looked like this but were not posted. But it was always a disquieting thing. Large private properies are still private. I have also probably passed some No Trespassing signs...but never passed Beware of the Dog signs:-) Just chicken, I'm sure!
babuci
Good question. I am a rebel so normaly I ignore the signs if I see my own safety is not in danger and most of the time I find something more interesting beyond these warning mesages. No story, I always get home safe.
lyron
Fantastic shot!!
durleybeachbum
We don't get shot at too often in the UK!
katy555
Very nice picture. Excellent colors...
Chipka
Fantastic textures. I love the play of light and shadow, and the signs just add to it. I don't have any very interesting trespass stories except for one, where I'd found an abandoned building in Prague, near what I took to be a highway. I was with a friend, in the mood to take photographs, and well...we were probably not where we should have been. The interior of the building itself was a mass of crumbling stone and peeling paint and leaf litter. It was also a hangout for young people. There were beer bottles, cigarette butts, intriguing grafitti (in Czech, of course,) and suspiciously clean areas that I later learned were where kids and/or homeless people yielded to physical requirements that were social and/or reproductive in nature.