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Stolen Footsteps

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Second floor view looking up in an abandoned infirmary tower stairwell.
The structure is filled with natural light, but is haunted by the living.



Step Up, Step Down


Free Fish

So long and thanks for all the free fish.

So many implications, so little time to explore them all. I’m just going to go with creepers trying to lure dolphins in. Makes sense to me.

A Return


Tonight we return to St. Louis for the final entry in my record of our October adventure.




The party is indeed over folks, and soon the hunt will begin for yet more new locations.  In the meantime Tabula Rasa and I have some plans to play in the winter wonderland while the snow lasts.

STL Lutheran Church men's room

St. Louis Grand Central Station

Unsurprisingly, given our predilection for urban decay, some morbid humor has seeped into our lexicon. “Preabandoned” refers now to a promising site in rundown condition that is, alas, still occupied or inhabited. Vulturelike as the sentiment can be, I thought I could present a more positive alternative today: postabandoned. Sure, “renovated” or “restored” works too, but I’m working within a theme here. Anyway, St. Louis’ main rail station, built a hundred years ago in an age when every city contended to build the grandest rail palace as a show of civic pride, is a splendid example of the concept. By the seventies, time and a decline in rail travel had reduced the station to less than grand status.



Summer, 1974


The terminal has since been completely renovated. Though Amtrak still utilizes a sliver of the property, most of the building is a mall, with the canopied railyard now a parking lot. The area around the old station’s grand hall is now a hotel, with the hall itself restored to its Art Nouveau glory as the lobby/lounge. We stayed here because the price and location were right, and really, how could we not?



Brass figure sconce.




STL CM Building cats

Humans are adept at seeking, finding, creating, and imagining patterns in their lives.  My patterns seem to revolve around felines and pianos for some odd reason.

STL CM Building piano


Fire Escape

STL CM Building fire damage

STL CM Building fire escape

A Forest Within

Some of the best finds are incidental as in this case where we were leaving one location only to spot another.  While our visit was short we were both amused by the forest of catalpas and other softwoods that had sprung up within the shell of this former church. Leaving aside the contemplations others may have regarding the common negative stereotype of an atheist in America, I do take some small joy in witnessing the demise of the church, both figurative and literal.

ESTL C Church exterior

I believe our world would be a better place without religion and faith while at the same time I recognize that people will always be individuals and irrationality will never cease being a part of who we are.  I just hope that we, as a society, can grow up and leave behind the toys of our childhood and create a society based in critical thought and rationalism.  It would not be an easy thing to do, nor would it provide us a utopia.  But any increase in the happiness and health of a society is something we should all strive for and religions only give us the tools to inspire conformity, tribalism, apathy and wishful thinking.  One does not need faith to be a decent person, to find meaning in life, relieve suffering or to improve the world.  I disagree with Tabula Rasa that faith is a necessary part of humanity; I think it only a necessary part of childhood and part of growing up is letting go of the binky that keeps the monster under the bed away.

ESTL C Church forest inside HDR

I’ve never discussed my atheism in any detail here because in general it was not relevant, but as Tabula Rasa tends to prod me into action I could not leave his last post unanswered.   While we are both godless we don’t always agree on matters pertaining to atheism since he doesn’t follow the movement while I do.  Perhaps it is because I used to be so fervently religious, perhaps it is because I came to lose faith later in life.

I confess that I dream of the day when most churches have been returned to nature, or repurposed for community service even while I know that day will not be in my life time.  In the meantime I will work towards encouraging people to let go of the binky of faith and embrace the wonder of a natural, complex world in which we are the only ones who have the power to imbue our lives with meaning.

As Tabula Rasa is so fond of saying, a large part of what makes us who we are as humans is our irrationality;  I happen to think that critically reviewing and recognizing our irrational thoughts, emotions and impulses will allow us to turn them to positive and productive forces.  Despite the fact that Sir Isaac Newton was not only a Christian and alchemist he is also one of the greatest minds in our recorded history and most of us recognize this (despite how the media portrays the atheist movement) .  There is a very real reason that Newton’s scientific works survived in history and cultural memory while his alchemical ones did not.  The science works.

Just as on the other hand the broad slate of avowed atheism allows for a wide range of characters to claim the title, from PZ Myers, to Dave Silverman, and even the Raelians to Stalin.  But atheism is only a tool, the blank slate to write upon, while some may use it for creating a cult of personality or to brutalize others, others use it to further science education and to improve society for everyone.  Just as faith does.  My argument is that atheism is a better tool and that while we will always have both overtly good and overwhelmingly bad people using both religion and atheism for divergent purposes the tools of rationality and critical though may help us filter out those who would abuse others.


ESTL C Church door HDR

Yet here we are, contemplating the beauty of a fallen place of worship, one which now harbors a small forest within it complete with squirrels and sparrows.  We are all individuals, even as we are are all part of a greater whole.  In the end many of us find some sense of beauty and wonder when confronted with a place like this even as  others may not, though I suspect those in the latter category are not readers of this blog.  No matter if you hold a strong faith or stand godless so long as I have managed to impart at least a small portion of the elation, wonder and sorrow I feel in this place then I have achieved what I set out to do and gave some measure of happiness to one person, even if it is perhaps a little bittersweet.


Tabula Rasa


A bemused onlooker may be forgiven if, looking on the culture wars raging in the States currently, she judged all atheists to be obnoxious zealots in pitched battle with their adversaries, the ignorant forces of religious intolerance. In the cold war over hearts and minds, the stakes are high, and surely the fight to keep the calendar from being rolled back a century in ethics and science is worth fighting. But atheism is just an absence of faith. It can no more be “against” religion than a vacuum can be “against” pressure. It needs something to inform and fill it, but if all that thing is an opposition to faith and religion, it has chained itself to the very thing it claims to transcend.
The adapted position of most atheists as paragons of rationality against reactionary bigotry misses both that some of humanity’s greatest scientists were fervently religious, and that some of history’s bloodiest episodes  were instigated by avowed atheists. The question of whether it is somehow “better” to have faith or not is moot; there will always be the believers as there will always be the faithless.  And each in turn, being human, are capable of both the greatest and basest deeds. Moreover,each side is necessary, as each offers something to society at large that the other can’t.
If all this is true, what can we tell our rhetorical onlooker that atheism actually is?  It is the great blank slate we are each handed, which we have the freedom to accept or reject. It is being able to write one’s own script, though some of us know we make lousy playwrights. It is the freedom to find beauty and meaning wherever we choose.  And in the end, it is seeing the struggle between faith and the lack thereof as part of the eternal human condition, and seeing the beauty in that struggle. In the photograph below, I see the beauty and drama that the confining walls of the church impart to the wildly growing foliage. But to you, it could mean something entirely different.  It is, after all, a tabula rasa.



Church, East St. Louis.


handcart fire hose

fire hose B&W

Temple of the Damned

On a rough clearing ringed by a fence keeping the surrounding thicket at bay stands this menacing building. Two smokestacks flanking it like minarets, it rises into the sky like a grim temple.



The Building.

Prayers raised from within the cathedral-like interior unto a mad, deaf god go unheeded.


The Nave.


In the Light

With the passage of time and rotation of the earth the sunlight begins to angle overhead and fall unimpeded through the ravaged roof of the machine room.  I have wandered out of here twice, but am called back by the lure of the ever changing play of light and shadow that the other building cannot hope to compete with.  The third time I enter this room is also the first time I see it with full direct sunlight.  Up above me glittery spider webs refract the light and even while I delight in the sight I fervently hope that their creators stay where they are.

Armour spiderwebs and dust

At first I cannot decide at first if the strong light is helping or harming my attempts here, and when asked Tabula Rasa replies in the negative.   I pause and consider for a moment, then I see this.

Armour sunlight

Doors Nos. 1 & 2

Nihilism is not seeing the open door for the darkness that is behind it.



Wall Coffins




Looking Closer

Stepping in closer to take in the details.

I smile fondly at the name Frick, remembering a dear friend who has passed on too soon.  This is the only place I’ve seen this name out of the context of her name.

Armour frick

Valves where everywhere, early automation wasn’t very automated and required many people to keep it running smoothly.

Armour valves

I’ve never seen one of these outside of an old cartoon, I was a little surprised that they actually existed as part of real machinery,

Armour details

Machine Room

The quiet early morning light illuminates machinery that has slept for over 60 years.

Armour power plant

The touches of scroll work remind of a time when even industrial work places made some attempt to be beautiful.

Armour details 1902

Caution is employed with every step, the metal flooring plates are brittle with age and exposure.

Armour watch your step

Armour turbine

A Step Up

Vertical transitions of varying heights and stability.

Sometimes an undignified scramble is safer than a crumbling step.

Armour crumbling steps

Time and chemistry have done their work in rendering these stairs unpassable.

Armour basement

On Entry

My first impression upon entering the power plant of Armour was that I needed to be very cautious about the placement of my feet.

Armour that looks safe

My second impression was that this place was wonderland  of light and shadow.

Armour in the quiet

Above my head was a massive coal hopper, and beyond was a room that had been fully invaded by the creeping green forest that surrounds it.

Armour under the coal hopper

Then I looked up.

Armour for good luck

Armour Machine Room

A steampunk garden of brick, brass and steel

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Industry, the likes of which licked those Commies but good!


Sundial terrarium at noon.

ArmourHDR3 (2).wp

Inside, Outside

 Armour inside

Arnour overgrowth


Armour Exteriors

On one’s approach, the vast, rotting campus of the Armour plant seems a lost Shangri-La. The twin smokestacks are the guiding beacon, the buildings themselves being lost from view in the foliage. When the factory walls finally loom into view, crowded with trees and mad with ivy, the entire edifice seems like a ship lost in storm, slowly being dragged under by the verdant waves.




From inside, one is a witness to a shipwreck, albeit one unfolding in glacial, almost epochal, time, though no less sure of its final destruction for its torpor.


Ex Oblivione





“…I dissolved again into that native infinity of crystal oblivion from which the daemon Life had called me for one brief and desolate hour.”

                                                                                                                            H.P. Lovecraft, Ex Oblivione

Armour Meatpacking Plant

Mere minutes away from the everpresent Arch, in an overgrown neighbourhood of East St. Louis dotted sporadically with industrial sites of unknown purpose, peeking out over the dense grove of trees that seem to guard it on all sides, stands this massive, crumbling brick edifice. Shuttered since the waning days of the Eisenhower administration, this plant was the focal point of our trip to St. Louis, and would not prove disappointing. We arrived at sunrise, partly for the complementary light, and partly in attempt to avoid the rumoured self-appointed neighborhood watchman of the place who might try to chase us off. The purported do-gooder never appeared, and we plunged into the brush to find our way in. Soon after, the morning light broke over the treetops and flooded the plant with gold.


Armour Dawn

Into the Green

The sun was barely peeping over the horizon when Tabula Rasa and I stumbled forth from our hotel into a cool Sunday morning in St. Louis.   This was the day we were going to explore the old Armour meat packing plant which was in operation from 1903 to 1959.  The reason for  our early rising was the many reports of the elderly gentleman who patrols around the building and chases off people like us whenever he can.   I was hoping to meet him since the rumors are that he once worked there and I had some questions, but I’d rather it would be at our exit than entrance.  This building was the reason we were in the St. Louis area to begin with, everything else was just icing on the cake.

The building itself, or buildings, since this is a whole complex of which only two large buildings remain to any degree, is in a barren stretch of East St. Louis and tucked away in a mini forest of dense vegetation full of spiders and creeper vines.  A short hike through the tall grass and into the woods brought us to the back way in and my first close up sight of Armour told me that even if we failed to gain entry into another building in the upcoming week, this trip was worth it.

Early morning is my favorite time for an explore, much to Tabula Rasa’s dismay.  This day was perfect, and the only sounds to be heard was the dawn greetings of birds I am mostly unfamiliar with, the chirruping of crickets and the crackling of the vegetation as we approached.  The light filtering in through the trees lent the whole place a magical air and I forgot my weariness at the early hour and trepidations over the reports of how dangerous this location could be.

Armour entering at dawn

It didn’t take long for us to wander apart and get lost in the silence and it would be well over an hour before we would see each other again.

Armour exterior

The green has swallowed these buildings whole, and we were in the thick of it.  One building has gone so far that it is nothing but a skeleton of itself, and the creepers have scaled its bones, slowly tearing it down, making it part of the green once again.

Armour creeper overgrowth

This is not a place of humankind any longer, and our trespass into this land is against the reclaiming forces of nature rather than human law.

On Bridges

During our weekend in St. Louis we spent a bit of time contemplating the bridges of the region.  In the city they are not the prettiest structures around which I found a little peculiar given that I am accustomed to bridges that have been gussied up a little bit and not left looking totally utilitarian and industrial.  Our river is no where near as impressive as theirs, but generally our bridges have generally been painted or lit to be visually striking  to those using them or passing by.  It wasn’t something I noticed right away, but after a discussion with our bartender at Bailey’s Range (they make the best hipster burgers I’ve ever had.  Seriously, if you’re ever in the area go there, get the Korean BBQ duck burger and tell James we say hello.  You won’t regret it.) we got a tip on a rather striking bridge not too far from town.  You’ve seen the view from it in TR’s most recent post so I decided to share the bridge itself.

brdg frm car

I don’t have an ultra-wide angle lens, so rather than trek up the bridge on foot for a view of Alton I chose to go the other direction and scurry down the riverbank for a view of the bridge.


brdg vew

While fighting the brambles and spiders I decided to go ahead and attempt a pano of Alton itself since I thought the gaudy casino riverboats made a nice contrast to the industrial and stoic character of the town as seen from the far bank.