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. 😉 )
Six years ago today, I wrote my very first blog post. Those sentiments are still true today, but they’re not so important anymore. This site has morphed into something I never expected and so have I.
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!
Abandoned House by Ross Brown
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.
Cemetery statuary, headstones, and crypts hold a special fascination for a lot of people. I often wonder what on earth was going through the minds of those who commissioned some of these grave markers? Why would anyone think the addition of creepy skulls and crossbones on the monument of their loved one’s final resting place would be a good thing? Rather macabre if you ask me. Whatever possessed them, I can’t help but be intrigued.
a deathbed of golden ferns by estruda