Mollerlund, Syddanmark, Denmark
I’ve just been super busy of late. My youngest son is graduating from high school and there’s so much to do with party planning and memory book making, I haven’t had time to pull together posts with more of my favorite abandoned imagery, but I’ll be back! In the mean time, here are some links to explore or hop over to this shared Pinterest board full of abandoned and ghostie places and images. You won’t be disappointed!
A wonderful friend shared this pic with me on facebook knowing I would love it. The church is part of an abandoned wild west theme park in the Adirondack Park in upstate New York. Found here in a series of fantastic finds. Some we’ve already seen, but others are fresh and fabulous. Happy exploring! (You might want to have a translator open in another tab. 😉 )
Very cool, more recent pics of the abandoned Mike Tyson property. The place is about to be restored into a church! I’m looking forward to seeing the “after” pictures.
My journeys have taken me to some strange places, ranging from the creepiness of an abandoned lunatic asylum, to the quiet, vast emptiness of a forgotten chapel, but nothing quite like the abandoned home of a former professional boxer. After being arrested here in 2013 it was nice to make a return trip, thankfully not ending in a $280 fine, to finally photograph the very odd forgotten structure of Mike Tyson’s abandoned 1980s mansion.
Now retired, the once undisputed heavyweight champion of the world, Mike Tyson, otherwise known as Iron Mike, still holds a record for being the youngest boxer to win the WBC, WBA and IBF heavyweight titles at only 20 years old. Mike Tyson became a very opulent man, even if for just a moment before spending his money on multiple mansions, drugs and living a wild party-filled lifestyle, which eventually led to him filing bankruptcy in August…
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To all those awesome photographers whose work I’ve shared, thank you so much for going out there and taking so many amazing pictures, graciously sharing them with people like me! Please be safe while doing what you do!
I can’t help but think of the people who once grabbed the wheel and tooled down the road, sailed across vast waters, hopped a bus, or took to the rail. To work, to school, to the grocery, to Christmas dinner with the family. I wonder where my first car, an old green Dodge Polara with a dirty white vinyl top, is now? It was huge and ugly, but it got me where I needed to go for several years. It had a serious issue with overheating that no mechanic could ever solve. The only recourse was to drive with the heat on high, year-round. It was a killer in Indiana through July and August every year. I wonder, did someone resolve that issue and restore the car? Or more likely, is it slowly rusting into nothingness in a junkyard somewhere in central Indiana? I’ll never know and it doesn’t really matter. All these vehicles mattered to someone at some time, but no longer.
This is way too cool not to share here. I can’t even imagine how exciting it would be to be the first one to walk through that door after all those years. I’d probably have to take a picture of absolutely every inch of the place and catalogue every single item. I wish there had been images of her bedroom, bathroom, and kitchen.