Update: Tuesday April 1, 2014

Scranton Lace Company

The Scranton Lace Company was established in 1890 in Scranton, Pennsylvania. At that time the company was referred to as the Scranton Lace Curtain Manufacturing Company. It wasn't until 1916 and after various subsidiary purchases and mergers that the business became officially known as the Scranton Lace Company. Scranton Lace became a world leader and pioneer in producing Nottingham lace, as well as various lace products such as curtains, napkins, tablecloths, and even parachutes. The company prospered through the 1950s and even into the 1990s, all of that time utilizing Jacquard Head dobby looms to produce the various lace products. However due to risky investments during the early 2000s, the factory was forced to close in 2002. Employees had to leave mid-shift, as a result the factory was essentially abandoned as it was literally last left; looms and machinery still loaded with lace weaves. I had the pleasure of sneaking into the factory a few years back, before most of the looms were scrapped and parted off. The factory still remains vacant today however it appears legal tours are occasionally offered.




Gallery Update: Saturday March 15, 2014

Thorndorn Sanatorium

Thorny green vegetation obscures its shy facade. Hiding in plain sight I know it exists for I have traversed through, times before, but it changes with the seasons; for there is always new to experience. A gorgeous little ruin, its scars from years of neglect have healed over as colorful blemishes. I decided to focus on the scars this adventure, for my mind felt narrow in scope, I could see only so far, nearsighted of mind, the world looked a little different today. Sometimes looking at things from a new point of view works to strengthen ones prior assumed thought process. I often view the adventures I embark upon, the locations I explore, the experiences, the world, from a wide perspective. I see everything but focus on nothing. There is so much to see that sometimes I feel like I haven't seen anything at all. Sometimes it's relieving just to focus on the small things that follows with a derailment of the mind. Today the obscure things the wide angle approach of mind overlook become all that there is to notice. However the mind will ultimately always transition back to its normal train of thought; your comfort zone, an illusion.




Blog Update: Saturday March 1, 2014

Beneath The Wightman Gym Pool

I would walk around campus incessantly, every opportunity of down time existed as an excuse to keep moving. Between classes, on breaks, to get lunch, through the woods, on the roads, inside buildings, around buildings, up stairs, down stairs, past people, at night, through the snow, in the rain, on the hottest days, coldest nights, and always to my car which I always parked in the most distant spot in the farthest lot. My entire daily routine was based around walking, and if I physically couldn't, then I'd be thinking about where I'd walk next...

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Update: Saturday February 1, 2014

The Fish Factory

Within the Great Bay, about ten miles north of Atlantic City, a cluster of desolate barrier islands remain, created largely from water swept sand brought in by ocean currents. Completely overgrown with thick vegetation and littered with poison ivy, the islands sit completely uninhabited except for the numerous sea birds which utilize the unvisited splotches of sandy land as nesting grounds. A long, lonely, narrow, dead end road known as Great Bay Boulevard connects a series of barrier islands in the Great Bay through various rickety narrow wooden bridges. The road is seldom traveled, frequented mostly by local fisherman and boaters, as various pull-offs and boat launches provide direct access to the bay and Atlantic Ocean. Driving south down the Boulevard, the collapsed remnants of a long abandoned factory neighbored by an ominous rusty water tower appear just across the bay to the west. At first it seems the road may connect to the ruinous factory but after a few more miles of driving, it becomes clear the factory remains isolated on small sand bar island within the middle of the Great Bay, accessible only by boat. History points toward the factory once housing a fish oil manufacturing plant and in later years a fertilizer factory and garbage compost. It's quite clear however that the structures on the island have been abandoned for many decades, do to most having completely collapsed in on themselves. Access to the island is supposedly prohibited, guarded only by its mere existence as an island.




Update: Wednesday January 1, 2014

Imperial Baths

Along Main Street in Sharon Springs New York, Imperial Baths sits vacant, last used during the summer of 2005. The Imperial Bathhouse originally opened on July 1st, 1927, where as many as 5,000 mineral based treatments were given in a single day. Sulfur baths, mud treatments, and massages were the most common treatments preformed, believed to relieve pain related to arthritis and cure various illnesses. The bathhouse was divided into men's and women's sections, with each treatment room containing a single chair and large tub which would be filled neck high with water. The sulfur water was pumped in directly from a natural sulfur spring existing behind the bath house, the water was first filtered and then heated before being used to fill the numerous tubs for various treatments. Sharon Springs also held home to numerous hotels and inns where patients could rent rooms to stay for prolonged visits. Imperials Baths was last used during the summer of 2005. Original plans included for reopening the bathhouse, however as of 2013 the structure still remains vacant and closed to the public. The building has been purchased by investors but no set plans ever seem to unfold.




Blog Update: Sunday December 1, 2013

Jet In The Woods

Old Man Winter was a pussy-ass-bitch! It was just a few days before the arrival of the Spring Equinox and the ground was already thawed, it had been for weeks at this point. Green vegetation covered much of the forest floor, fueled by the onslaught of unseasonably mild air. Pesky woodland creatures began to awaken from hibernation way too early. I could hear their dinky legs and arms scampering about the woods, probably perplexed as to where the hell winter went so soon...

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Update: Friday November 1, 2013

Hurstmont Estate

Situated on a large parcel of overgrown property, surrounded by trees and neighboring McMansions, a 15,000 square foot classical Revival Style Country House rots away, camouflaged by a backdrop of thick forested land. The Hurstmont Estate, as the property is referred today was originally constructed in 1886, but was rebuilt during 1903. The 30 plus room mansion was constructed for James T. Pyle, a wealthy new Yorker, who's claim to riches was derived from his brand of Pearline Soap. Various parties have owned the house from the early 1900's up through the 1980's. The last owner purchased the house in 1981 with plans to restore the mansion and outlying buildings, however such plans fell through and the Hurstmont Estate has remained vacant and for sale since 1981. Nearly 30 years since last occupied, the opportunity arose for me to sneak inside the abandoned mansion. Finding my way inside was quite literally like stepping into the past. The fully furnished mansion remained untouched, except by decay. In more recent years the estate has been purchased, but no plans finalized as to what will ultimately happen with the mansion. In 2010 the Hurstmont Estate was added to Preservation New Jersey's top 10 most endangered historical sites.




Blog Update: Tuesday October 1, 2013

Spring Garden Elementary School

A lone truck tire propped against a brick wall served as a step up into an otherwise inconvenient window entrance. The large tire provided just enough of a boost for me to be able to grab on to the window ledge and pull myself up and through the opening, belly down, skin scraping across the cement sill so as to keep a low enough profile to avoid scaring my spine against a rusty jagged window grate peeled back just a few inches above my head...

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