Several years ago, when I was still living in Michigan, I took some self-portraits at various places around the area that I found interesting. This was at a closed down psychiatric hospital complex called Elouise. The place had a great deal of history for those of us that grew up around it. At night it could be pretty spooky, and it was often the setting for great tales, imagined or otherwise. I generally kept my visits to the daytime, when I would rummage around the various buildings. Occasionally the police would show up and run me off.