aaronmorris
Head's a shed
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Afternoon chaps,
Thank you so much, it is pretty humbling to hear people are wondering how I am.
So how am I? I am great thank you.
I hope all you chaps are doing great too?
So where have I been? What have I been up to..
To be honest, when I last posted here I was crashing hard. I wasn't in a good place. It was dark and I was alone.
Everything was falling to pieces. I felt lost and I didn't know what to do or where to turn.
Land Rovers! The only thing over the past few year that had brought me happiness wasn't doing it so much anymore.
Half because of a failed house sale, knowing I had wasted so much time, effort, money etc.
The other side half because of the lack of room.
Building the garage was a way to try and rekindle my passion.
I thought having a nice big, and most importantly dry work space would do that.
It didn't. I tried for a while and it just didn't feel the same. Somehow I must have enjoyed producing what I did with minimal supplies.
Somehow actually building the shed was more of a release than anything and I actually thoroughly enjoyed it.
It took me a while to admit defeat and think to myself I'm probably not going to ever finish this.
So about a year after moving into the new garage I decided to sell it.
Along with many many many other parts I had accumulated over the years.
That was it. There was no going back now. I literally sold the last 5 years of my life.
The only thing left. My green 90. The one I didn't want to let go!
I both loved but hated seeing it sat their everyday. It was good to see what I had created, but made me sad to see it just sat their doing nothing.
So about March time this year I decided it could finally go.
This wasn't easy. I felt like crying. But I knew it was for the best.
It was the last of my previous life and I knew I could always start again if I wanted to.
Time to back track a little bit.
May/June 2018.
The last 18 months or so had been an absolute hell hole.
I was getting deeper and deeper into a hole I couldn't get out of.
I had no friends. No one to talk to. I wasn't leaving the house at all other than for work. I couldn't speak to people, I had zero confidence. Even going to the shop was a massive challenge.
I decided to buy a bicycle. Exercise is good for you right. It makes you feel better.
Well it certainly helped a little.I could cycle for miles. Even if it was with a tear in my eye, with bulls*it thoughts running around my head.
Not long after I decided to buy my first ever proper camera.
I literally have no idea where this idea came from.
But this helped even more.
So off I would go on my bike with the camera. I found it allowed me to slow down in life, calm down and forget the world for a moment.
I had something new to learn. I love learning new things.
July 2018.
I decided to get back into Urban Exploring. i.e Exploring abandoned buildings.
I had done this for a short while when I was much younger. But it never really went anywhere.
Their was something about these places, the peace and tranquillity, the quietness of just me and my camera.
Photographing the forgotten world that most people don't even know exist.
Looking back on the past and what once was.
I could forget the outside world. I was happy. Albeit in a temporary state.
But it was a start. Things where looking up!
One of my first explores. In my own town.
I was in the top of an old theatre late one evening.
I'm in pitch black darkness. I hear some clattering and banging coming from the roof area.
The smallest of noises brakes the silence in these places.
Oh no I've got company!
Truth be told.. I absolutely sh*t myself!
I see torch light on the stage below.
I definitely have company! Damn.
I hastily pack away my stuff into my rucksack and head down the stairs gingerly, thoughts running through my head wildly.
What do I do?
Where do I go?
Their is only one way in and out of this place!
I have two options.
Hide until they leave and both of us have ruined nights.
Or I try and confront them and hope they're like minded people and not some young scrotes looking to trash the place.
I could hear them just below me.
I have no idea where this outburst of confidence came from, but I ran downstair trying to catch them in the act so to speak.
That day I met
Mr Robby and
Mr Chad.
We explored the place for a further 3 hours together.
Great people who I have since had days out with and have gone onto being some of my closest friends.
A day I will never forget!
To be continued...
Thank you so much, it is pretty humbling to hear people are wondering how I am.
So how am I? I am great thank you.
I hope all you chaps are doing great too?
So where have I been? What have I been up to..
To be honest, when I last posted here I was crashing hard. I wasn't in a good place. It was dark and I was alone.
Everything was falling to pieces. I felt lost and I didn't know what to do or where to turn.
Land Rovers! The only thing over the past few year that had brought me happiness wasn't doing it so much anymore.
Half because of a failed house sale, knowing I had wasted so much time, effort, money etc.
The other side half because of the lack of room.
Building the garage was a way to try and rekindle my passion.
I thought having a nice big, and most importantly dry work space would do that.
It didn't. I tried for a while and it just didn't feel the same. Somehow I must have enjoyed producing what I did with minimal supplies.
Somehow actually building the shed was more of a release than anything and I actually thoroughly enjoyed it.
It took me a while to admit defeat and think to myself I'm probably not going to ever finish this.
So about a year after moving into the new garage I decided to sell it.
Along with many many many other parts I had accumulated over the years.
That was it. There was no going back now. I literally sold the last 5 years of my life.
The only thing left. My green 90. The one I didn't want to let go!
I both loved but hated seeing it sat their everyday. It was good to see what I had created, but made me sad to see it just sat their doing nothing.
So about March time this year I decided it could finally go.
This wasn't easy. I felt like crying. But I knew it was for the best.
It was the last of my previous life and I knew I could always start again if I wanted to.
Time to back track a little bit.
May/June 2018.
The last 18 months or so had been an absolute hell hole.
I was getting deeper and deeper into a hole I couldn't get out of.
I had no friends. No one to talk to. I wasn't leaving the house at all other than for work. I couldn't speak to people, I had zero confidence. Even going to the shop was a massive challenge.
I decided to buy a bicycle. Exercise is good for you right. It makes you feel better.
Well it certainly helped a little.I could cycle for miles. Even if it was with a tear in my eye, with bulls*it thoughts running around my head.
Not long after I decided to buy my first ever proper camera.
I literally have no idea where this idea came from.
But this helped even more.
So off I would go on my bike with the camera. I found it allowed me to slow down in life, calm down and forget the world for a moment.
I had something new to learn. I love learning new things.
July 2018.
I decided to get back into Urban Exploring. i.e Exploring abandoned buildings.
I had done this for a short while when I was much younger. But it never really went anywhere.
Their was something about these places, the peace and tranquillity, the quietness of just me and my camera.
Photographing the forgotten world that most people don't even know exist.
Looking back on the past and what once was.
I could forget the outside world. I was happy. Albeit in a temporary state.
But it was a start. Things where looking up!
One of my first explores. In my own town.
I was in the top of an old theatre late one evening.
I'm in pitch black darkness. I hear some clattering and banging coming from the roof area.
The smallest of noises brakes the silence in these places.
Oh no I've got company!
Truth be told.. I absolutely sh*t myself!
I see torch light on the stage below.
I definitely have company! Damn.
I hastily pack away my stuff into my rucksack and head down the stairs gingerly, thoughts running through my head wildly.
What do I do?
Where do I go?
Their is only one way in and out of this place!
I have two options.
Hide until they leave and both of us have ruined nights.
Or I try and confront them and hope they're like minded people and not some young scrotes looking to trash the place.
I could hear them just below me.
I have no idea where this outburst of confidence came from, but I ran downstair trying to catch them in the act so to speak.
That day I met
Mr Robby and
Mr Chad.
We explored the place for a further 3 hours together.
Great people who I have since had days out with and have gone onto being some of my closest friends.
A day I will never forget!
To be continued...