May 18th, 2005

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This site has been one of my favourite sites for years!!!! Id love to do the same thing myself one day, travel all over America taking photos of ghost towns.. We dont have any cool places like that in boring old Australia :P Anyway.... THE LINK......

Tell me what you think?? Most of you have probably already seen it anyway :)
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San Haven Infirmary

I went to San Haven last weekend. Its an abandoned tuberculosis sanitorium in North Dakota. I took mostly interior pictures. If you like exteriors, here is a link to my pictures from 2 years ago. I took mostly film pictures which I have yet to scan, but meanwhile I'm posting the digital ones. I'm no good at waiting for stuff.

These are of the inside of the infirmary. The infirmary is actually 3 or 4 buildings, depending on how you look at it, all built at different times. The northernmost building is the oldest, then the one next to it, which is more like an extension of the original building, then the southernmost building, and finally the 3rd building is the newest. There was also a 5th building coming off the west side of the 3rd building, but its been torn down.


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the second to oldest building:
Infirmary 1
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After work I picked up my easel and biked around Harlem looking for something to paint. I have painted in so many places in Harlem. But, I have not been around much since last summer. The weather just got warm enough for painting, so I was excited to find something new.

I don’t really know what attracts me to the things I paint. Most of my works are old abandon buildings, scenes of urban decay. Some might say they are scenes of despair, and I can see that, but, to me, they represent freedom and persistence. There is something about weathered broken buildings that fills me with hope and wonder. There is something about graffiti that I find joyful, playful, anarchistic, youthful and free. That’s why I paint the things I do.

As I biked around Harlem I was struck by the fact that (at this point) one must search for a long time to find the kind of haggard building I used to see all the time only three or four years ago.

Sometimes when I’m painting people take offense at my choice of subject. They’ll ask, “Why do you want to paint that?” or “Is that what you want people to think of Harlem?” Of course, I don’t want to make anyplace “look bad” but, like many neighborhoods, the decay is a part of Harlem’s history. We need to remember it why it happened. The bad things about it—and the good that some still managed to find… even in that wreckage.

But the old Harlem is vanishing before my eyes. I feel like I need to hurry. One day in the next 5 years the last burnt-out brownstone will be renovated and then Harlem will be no different than any other bedroom suburb. Some say this has pretty much happened already.

What will I paint then?

I have a few ideas. I’m moving to the financial district. So I want to paint the stock exchange at night, closed offices, empty desks…

Then maybe I’ll paint all the old abandon railroad stations I’ve found in high bridge park.

Still, it makes me sad to see the old Harlem vanish. And it feels strange to be sad about what is essentially a good thing.

I expect the next modern ruins will be in the suburbs, when cars become too expensive to operate.

Perhaps I’ll go there.
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Pustopolsky Pogost, Moscow region

This abandoned church with the cemetery (called Pustopolsky Pogost) lies in the forests surrounding Moscow. We made a 25 km walk through bogs and thickets and finally reached it (only with help of GPS device).
The church was built here in the middle of 17th century when the region was well inhabited with around 2000 people (about 5 villages).
In the middle of 20th century the locals were expelled from these places by military forces. Now there are no more military bases but the forests remain quite and peopleless.
Welcome to the church:

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