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Holyland, USA

Nov. 19th, 2017 | 09:33 pm
posted by: franklanguage in abandonedplaces

I'm not sure if this community even exists anymore, so I feel like I'm posting in a ghost town—how apropos!


I found this creepy video tour of the abandoned amusement park, Holyland, USA; and I thought it would be a good place to post it.


I then found this fake commercial for the Christian-themed amusement park that was made by members of one of my favorite comedy troupes in the 80s, Chucklehead.

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Abandoned House in Poland

Mar. 16th, 2018 | 11:14 am
posted by: off_the_route in abandonedplaces

Not each place is worth more than one visit, especially if it’s just a small abandoned village house. However, I visited this decaying cabin three times and being in the area wouldn’t miss an opportunity to go there again. So what makes this site so special? Still cosy rooms coloured with the shades of decay? Lots of furniture inside letting imagine the life there? Or soft curtains of cobwebs which seems to be trying to hide the gloomy interior from the brightness outside? Let’s stop torturing our curiosit and open the old wooden doors.

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http://stepoffthebeatentrack.com/2018/03/06/behind-the-soft-curtain-of-cobwebs-a-spectacular-decaying-house-poland/

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Estonia the ruined legacy of the Russian Empire

Mar. 16th, 2018 | 12:13 pm
location: Estonia factory doors windows and walls
mood: poem
posted by: pigshitpoet in abandonedplaces

Via : https://alkopona.livejournal.com/239566.html

Old Factories and Olfactories

Window upon window, doors windows walls
Are you coming in then?
Door in a door in a door.. look out!
It will be just like walking through walls ~psp



Window and fire escape


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The Old Essex County Prison

Aug. 9th, 2017 | 12:58 am
posted by: dark_fetus in abandonedplaces

 Hello all! Hope everyone has had a safe summer thus far. I see LJ has once again changed the post editor since my last time here. It's definetly improved, but unfortunately I am still unable to simply copy-paste the HTML from our website entry into the entry form like I used to back in the old days. So, like last time, what I will do is share our writing and a selection of images. I will place a button at  the bottom of this post that brings you to our website, so that those  interested may see the entry in its entirety. Now, on to the post proper...

The Newark Street Jail, as it were in 1926

It was an unusual day - When filming, it's not often we find ourselves in a group setting, and it's even less frequent that we aren't the ones tasked with driving. So, from the onset this was a unique venture for us. It was an enjoyable change of pace for us, as we were in good company, and enjoyed the downtime lazily gazing out from the windows of the SUV as we made our journey. Eventually our ride made a final turn and slowly proceeded down the rough pavement of Newark Street, creeping to a stop alongside a curb. “We're here”, said the driver as he put the vehicle into park and killed the ignition. We paused as we exited the truck into the warm summer sun, taking a moment to stare at the plum of greenery across the street.  A small forest in the middle of Newark, and within it lie the old city jail.

Though decades-abandoned today, the Newark Street Jail enjoyed a long history as the city jail to Newark, New Jersey. A history which begins with its construction along the bank of the then newly completed Morris Canal in 1837, a canal which no longer exists today. This prison was built to replace the former city jail, which had burnt to the ground in the summer of 1835, any remains of which are now sealed away beneath what is today Newark's Grace Episcopal Church. The Newark Street Jail was a standalone prison, and is several blocks removed from the courthouse, whereas the previous building had housed both functions.

Built of  brick and local brownstone, the initial structure was little more than a two-story square, attached to a single wing of cells, and did not see further renovation until the 1890s when several additions were made to the base structure.  1907 saw the largest expansion to jail, with 112 new cells added and all the older blocks equipped with running water and toilets.  The aging prison continued to see service as a jail until 1970, when it was abandoned in favor of a newer and larger facility.  By this point it had expanded to contain more than 300 cells within its stone walls. For a short time after closing as a jail the complex served to house the Essex County Narcotics Bureau. When they relocated in 1989 the jail was left without use.

Map of the jail - 1873

Our first steps on the property were not unlike the beginnings of a nature hike - We sought out a foot path in the woods and followed it onward. These urban woods are shallow though, a natural facade of twisting forms which hides away man-made geometry. Within minutes we were inside, and the transition was jolting. Even after one's eyes adjust, it took a few moments for the mind to comprehend where you stand. We had entered beneath a wall of cell blocks several stories high. Far above, light spilled through holes in the rot-pocked wooden ceiling.  Where it reached the floor, it shimmered off embossed decorative ceiling panels that had let loose their moorings.  Their brothers that remained above were tenuously suspended, like rust-filigreed guillotine blades over our heads.

One often takes for granted that cities are sterile places, as if their souls are made of asphalt and brick, and thick concrete blood will spill forth to clot any wound.  In truth though, the urban landscape is just a thin skin over something much more primal, and without constant maintenance, nature is quick to reclaim what has been taken.  The Newark Street Jail could serve as a textbook illustration of this principle at work. In the subsequent decades of disuse the jail has seen both tremendous decay and verdant new growth. Light catches and dances through the limbs of the trees, throwing silhouettes of color and shadow down the cavernous cell blocks. Cell blocks which, upon closer examination, proved to be far from vacant. As it would turn out, our time within the jail proved far more social than we had anticipated. We crossed paths with many others during our few hours inside, some were “just passing through” while others clearly resided here, their homes made within the old cells. It was evident from the personal effects strewn about that many more people called the old jail home than just those we had met that day.

Perhaps the most visually arresting sights of the jail awaited in the wings. To one side was wall of cells, again four stories high, the opposite wall was once home to a series of tall, arched windows.  Their exteriors were steel framed and barred to prevent any possibility of escape, but the inner faces were constructed of a grid of glass panels in a wooden frame.  Time has taken little toll on the steel or brick, but the wooden frames had fared badly - When the wood no longer had the strength to hold the massive window in the wall, it gave way, but most did not fall far. Nearly every window had tipped backward in its frame to rest against the highest tier of cells, forming a series of archways from which dangle countless panes of glass.  The floor is littered with the remains of those that have already fallen, and the sunlight piercing the ceiling reveals a subtle beauty here, as it is captured and refracted in every direction by these fixed, dangling, and shattered squares.

Exiting the building we once again found ourselves in the forest, and though brief, it's impact is nonetheless intense as you pass through and back to the streets of Newark. Unfortunately our first sight upon re-entering the city was that of a police car parked next to the SUV we had arrived in. With our heads hung low in defeat we slowly made our way to the cruiser. When we reached the car two officers got out to greet us. They weren't here about our trespassing, rather they had just gotten on the scene in regards to someone having broken into our ride. Glass was everywhere, and on the passenger seat lay a large chunk of cement, which was obviously the culprits 'tool' of entry. All of our belongings were safely stowed in the bags we were carrying upon our backs all day, but the others we were with didn't fair so luckily. Asking if we should make a report one of the officers replied “You can, but I doubt much will come of it.”, noting that this was far from an unusual occurrence. In the end we passed on conducting any official paperwork, and decided to part ways with Newark as quickly as possible.

It was an unusual day.

One of the first sights upon entering the jail.
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Exploring a Recently Abandoned Village House [Poland]

Jul. 25th, 2017 | 07:09 pm
posted by: off_the_route in abandonedplaces

After seeing village houses usually abandoned since dozens of years and furnished in an old fashioned way, a real surprise was to enter one with a few relatively modern details inside and taken over by decay quite recently. The almighty time had not managed to bit the interior of the building too much yet, so it was still possible to have a short glimpse on the life in this place when it was in use. That is, in a few words, a story of a decaying house found in a village in Southern Poland.



More on my blog:
http://stepoffthebeatentrack.com/2017/07/22/while-the-colours-are-still-bright-exploring-a-recently-abandoned-village-house-poland/

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Abandoned house and a creepy doll inside [Poland]

Jul. 11th, 2017 | 12:16 am
posted by: off_the_route in abandonedplaces

It was a dusky December afternoon. The sun was getting closer to the horizon painting everything with dark shades and that day’s trip to South-eastern Poland was going to the end. However, a small abandoned house on the hill near the road made us stop and have a look inside. Quite cosy at first sight and bright from the outside, mainly because of its white walls, it had a completely different, gloomy atmosphere behind its decaying doors.



More on my blog:

http://stepoffthebeatentrack.com/2017/07/10/a-creepy-doll-lives-here-an-abandoned-house-on-the-snowy-hill-poland/

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Abandoned Cities under Threat of Extinction

Jun. 28th, 2017 | 07:33 pm
location: Timbuktu
mood: arabic
music: Tinariwen Le chant des fauves
posted by: pigshitpoet in abandonedplaces

Originally posted by pigshitpoet at Abandoned Cities under Threat of Extinction
Two Abandoned Places Bordering on Extinction on Unesco's 55 Most Threatened List

Originally posted by b_picture at 27 достопримечательностей, которые нужно успеть посетить, пока не поздно

Old part of Sana'a, Yemen. Under threat since 2015.

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Sana'a (also spelled Sanaa or Sana; Arabic: صنعاء‎‎ Ṣan‘ā’ pronounced [sˤɑnʕaːʔ], Yemeni Arabic: [ˈsˤɑnʕɑ]) is the largest city in Yemen and the centre
of Sana'a Governorate. The city is not part of the Governorate, but forms the separate administrative district of "Amanat Al-Asemah". Under the Yemeni
constitution, Sana'a is the capital of the country, although the seat of the internationally recognised government moved to Aden in the aftermath of the
2014–15 Yemeni coup d'état. The escalation of conflict and militarization of Yemen’s Western Coast is coming at a great cost to civilians. Since the
beginning of the conflict in March 2015, some three million people have been forced to flee their homes for safety, according to UN estimates.


Timbuktu, Mali. In jeopardy since 2012



The fighting in northern Mali could damage the World Heritage Site of Timbuktu's "outstanding architectural wonders".
It was founded by Tuareg nomads in the 12th Century and within 200 years had become an immensely wealthy city, at the
centre of important trading routes for salt and gold.


Tinariwen African chill Music (Blues-Touareg) Le chant des fauves



dr. π (pi)



enjoy!

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An Abandoned Church in the Czech Republic

Jun. 6th, 2017 | 04:45 pm
posted by: off_the_route in abandonedplaces

It was a gloomy day and better weather would definitely make a trip nicer, especially as it was a long walk through villages and areas which can be simply named as the middle of nowhere. However, after reaching the place it appeared that the grey sky perfectly filled the scenery where the final destination of the journey was situated. This place was an old decaying church on the hill, still carefully covered with greyness, so common for the beginning of spring, and together with the colourless clouds making this site even a bit frightening.



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http://stepoffthebeatentrack.com/2017/05/28/an-abandoned-church-on-the-hill-one-more-story-of-decay-czech-republic/

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Abandoned manor house with frescoes

May. 12th, 2017 | 06:34 pm
posted by: off_the_route in abandonedplaces

It was a completely accidental find and definitely the most impressive place seen on that trip to Southern Poland. A small manor house despite its simple architecture had such a beautiful interior that it was not easy to leave the site quickly. Thus it is worth to have a closer look on what is hiding behind its walls.



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http://stepoffthebeatentrack.com/2017/05/08/the-magic-of-faded-frescoes-an-abandoned-manor-house-in-poland/

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Abandoned Synagogue

May. 6th, 2017 | 11:50 pm
posted by: off_the_route in abandonedplaces

A white decaying building surrounded by a huge blue fence – that’s what you can find in the centre of Slonim, a town in the northwestern part of Belarus. Its old massive walls suggest that once it was a great place and make it worth crossing a thick jungle of various plants surrounding the site.



More on my blog:
http://stepoffthebeatentrack.com/2016/10/01/the-abandoned-slonim-synagogue-slonim-belarus/

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