One time I found an old abandoned car in the dark of night, I got thrown back into an era long before I existed. This car screamed prohibition and bootlegging. Days when alcohol was smuggled across the border from Canada to the US. As I continue on my journey chasing the night sky and the wonders it has to offer, I find myself searching for more unique subjects. A story needs to be told, and these abandoned places have so many. Endless questions to be asked, but also many left unanswered.