....in a place I wasn't supposed to be. I have a bad habit of trespassing...not to do bad things, but to get a shot that I want or to see something that someone says I'm not allowed to see. I don't know why I do these things. My mother said I was a rebellious child. My uncle said that one time he stopped by to visit and I was swinging on the door handle kicking at my mother...I was 3. I got a spanking. :-)
I found this picture when I stopped to take photos of a house that had burned. As you can see, someone had stepped on her. So I picked her up off the floor and propped her on the heater. This picture was amazing to me because everything in the house had some level of burn, except her...I was in awe and had to take this shot. So now, I'm sharing her with you.
Isn't she beautiful?