Visited my third under-construction residential highrise in Rotown. Old hat. Yawn.

Actually, though the sights are starting to look familiar, the getting in is still pulse-quickening. Hopped over a rattly fence at 2:00 a.m. on a weeknight in full view of Kingsway.

I read somewhere (I think it was in Bradley Garrett's "Explore Everything") that the author finds sites like these, once he's inside, to be oases in the city, private sanctuaries where he can really relax.

I don't feel that way. My procedure is still to get in, climb to the top, take some pictures along the way, and get out as soon as possible.

The pictures are generally lousy -- panic shots.

I look forward to feeling less anxious when doing this. On the other hand, obviously part of the fun is the adrenaline. For the most part, the places I have been inside have not been inherently wondrous. Just deliciously off-limits.

Here's a blurry view north.

Perhaps the wind was blowing, or perhaps I was shaking while holding the tripod out on the ledge, while leaning over a 2x4 barrier on the 40th floor.