I've been taking photos for as long as I can remember, and have been a bender of rules for even longer. At no time did I think I could combine my love for the two. Exploring tunnels began as a way to clear my head. Sharing a fifth of whiskey in a bunker from WWI, where you can't even see the hand in front of your face, to me, is oddly peaceful.
You immediately forget that you were worrying about how rent is going to get paid, or the fact that Dolores is such a letdown nowadays. Your main concern is how tf* (the fuck*) am I going to get back up this 20ft shaft slightly buzzed. Half the mission is in the research; finding your entry and confirming it -- a feeling I can only describe as "running down the hall on Christmas morning." You're exploring history, and in some instances these places haven't been touched since the '90s.