South Suburbs

The Course of Things

There are many fine urbexers out there who take an active interest in documenting the places they visit, either to highlight an aspect of local history or to help preserve them. While I may be sometimes intrigued by that aspect of urbex, I make no bones that my primary interest in this genre of photography is primarily aesthetic. Sometimes only knowing little about the place you’re seeing heightens the mystery, perhaps makes the story a photo tells a bit more universal. I tend to take a “non-attachment” to the sites we shoot; I find it’s a bit dishonest to bemoan their further decay when that is the very process that allowed us to shoot the pictures we did.
That said, I can’t help be a bit saddened when a site I cut my teeth on gets very rapidly demolished. The Riverdale granary was a massive edifice of metal, rust, concrete and ivy. As of our last visit, only the slim north building still stands. Soon, it too will be gone. It should be remembered that impermanence makes all things possible.




Riverdale Remnants

riverdale remnants BLOG
“At this time I would like to ask you to please pass by the deceased to pay your last respects
and exit through the gap in the fence to your vehicle.”

Of Dead Gods in Winter


“Outside the ordered universe is that amorphous blight of nethermost confusion which blasphemes and bubbles at the center of all infinity—the boundless daemon sultan Azathoth, whose name no lips dare speak aloud, and who gnaws hungrily in inconceivable, unlighted chambers beyond time and space amidst the muffled, maddening beating of vile drums and the thin monotonous whine of accursed flutes.”

– H. P. Lovecraft, The Dream Quest






circlesI’ll admit it, I am really digging my new wide angle lens.  All those shots I was so frustrated I couldn’t pull off before have finally come together for me and now I just have to deal with my aversion to the distortion caused by wide angle lenses.  *sigh*

Tonight Tabula Rasa and I head out on the road for the first of our weekend traveling explores.  We’ve exhausted Gary Indiana and our local area so we’re planning several road trips of the drive Friday night, explore one day and drive home Sunday morning variety.  Because sleep is over rated.  This weekend’s trip is all the more special as we’re being joined by The Canadian for her first major explore and the first time we are meeting IRL.  Go internet, bringing people together all over the world!  I’ll see you guys on Monday and will attempt to update Facebook tomorrow after the explore is finished.





missingThe stair thief has struck again, but as usual he has taken only the first floor stairs.  Not that those stairs were too useful unless you were either very foolhardy or had safety gear seeing as the floor thief has been through here as well.


Light streams onto power plant machinery through a hole in the roof.





Empty Nest

There is no place like home


In 1973










Eye of the Beholder

Though I realize that most of my shots fall into the rather well-worn niche of “urban decay” (“ruinporn” if you’re inclined to be less genteel), I still feel I have to justify myself at times, especially to friends and acquaintances. There is a perception among some that what we do is misguided at best, dangerous and juvenile at worst. Don’t fear, this is not the preamble to some righteous rant. Rather, I present the following and ask the reader to decide whether there is beauty there, regardless of subject matter.



In Living Color

In Living Color

In Living Color II

In Living Color II

Gears and Gangways

Gears and Gangways