At the risk of seeming like a lush…we’re back on the Bourbon Trail for a visit to Four Roses Distillery.
Okay, I’m a trespasser. An interloper. Snoop with a lens.
I wander around old barns and factories. I peek into empty houses and under stadium bleachers. I investigate train tracks, dead end roads, and construction sites. I’ll poke around any place that looks interesting. That’s trespassing, you say. I call it a photo opportunity.
It’s a victimless crime.
Really, I’m not a vandal, just a camera buff. I’m cautious and respectful when I trespass. Once in a while I get challenged but it usually ends well. It helps to look mostly harmless and be super apologetic when caught.