It's a cool Saturday afternoon in early spring.

Patchy low-lying clouds fill the sky, not even a hint of sun to warm the air.

A slightly built man in his early 30s waits in his car around the corner from a house that has become notorious as a crime scene in Toronto.

He's about to commit a crime himself. Getting out of his car, the man slips a small backpack over one shoulder. He's tucked

the tools of his very unusual hobby inside, a camera and a powerful flashlight. He starts walking

along the road. This is one of those older neighborhoods

with no sidewalks, the street about sweeping driveways, most of them gated, big houses behind stone

pillars. One home has no gate, no pillars, but it stands out because it is encircled by a high

plywood fence.

When he's certain nobody's looking, the man dips into the yard next door, hoists himself

to the top of the fence, then drops like a cat to the stone patio below, landing in a crouch.

He stands up slowly. The house in front of him is 50 old colony road. In two days,

a wrecking crew will tear down this home where billionaires Barry and Honey Sherman lived for

almost 40 years, and it's the same home where one wintry night they were murdered.

I was inside the mansion shortly before its demolition.

I'm a photographer of abandoned, vacant places,

and I suppose my morbid curiosity got the better of me.

It took almost a year of waiting,

but eventually the conditions became right for me to sneak inside.

Urban explorers, this one calls himself the Urbex Man,

are people with jobs and families and a most unusual hobby.

They like to explore deserted buildings slated for demolition,

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