Yearly Archives: 2013

Fuck Urbex

Fuck urbex. Fuck UER. Fuck the scene, or community, or whatever the fuck you want to call it. Fuck all the elitism, fuck the secrets, fuck the dick waving, fuck the trolling. Fuck your meets and their invitations, fuck the forums and their flames and bans. Fuck calling it tourism if it's easy, fuck calling it infiltration when it's hard. Fuck fences, fuck security, fuck having to climb into a third floor window. Fuck your drama, fuck trying so hard to leave me out. Fucking shit! Whatever happened to just finding some friends, some beer and an old shitty factory…

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Hudson River Psychiatric Center

After last week's legal kerfuffle, all I wanted to do is get out and explore... originally, my trip to Poughkeepsie was for a very different purpose, meeting with my prospective lawyer, who had successfully saved a few explorers from terrorism charges already, for dealing with what could have been a life changing amount of court dates, but that disaster never came to fruition, and I wasn't about to cancel my trip! So I found a college friend and, amazingly, two more experienced explorers who were willing to show me around, and turned the weekend into a surprise adventure. There's only…

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Washed Out

Oh, how things can change in two weeks. Yes, I was just here. Yes, it looks exactly the same, from the pictures anyway. But I'm starting over, and I figured the best place to do it was somewhere familiar. Last week, someone probably thought they could stop me from exploring, once and for all. 187 counts of trespass and a year in court would do that. But it seems like I managed to escape, and if not, hell, might as well make it 188. As rainy as it was last week, this time managed to be even worse, and I…

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One Flew Into The Cuckoo’s Nest

Once I heard the front door was open, and it didn't even take climbing, the decision was made for me. I had to go in. I'd only been waiting for this place to come down to my level since I started exploring, and for the first time in at least five years (other than a close call where all I managed was to pick the worst, wrong-est possible day to walk right in the front door, climb to the roof and see a parade of every law enforcement agency in the county!) my fat ass could fit into the Terrence…

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Washed Away

Exploring the last remaining abandoned part of American Laundry Machinery in a driving rain... I was supposed to go to a few places through the day but my friend wasn't ready to go until just before dark. Oh well, got to watch the Bills blow it again before exploring! Located across the railroad tracks from most of the complex, and behind a massive "fence" of loosely arranged steel sheets and concrete blocks, the entrance was much more imposing than what was inside, for the most part: some of the dullest, grayest abandonment I've ever seen. And perhaps the least artistic…

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The Lapochka Scenario

Recorded on my reels of tape, the trauma stops my flow, and in your suppression tastes sulfur, and secretly, come Sunday morning, standing at the pulpit to an empty room Things didn't go anywhere close to plan this weekend, but in the end it all made sense: we had to go find some abandoned churches, and Buffalo was the closest place we knew we could do it. St Mary's Church, downtown near the Anchor Bar Sacred Heart, in the First Ward Trinity Baptist, where I completely forgot to take any pictures of the sanctuary (Shroomdamnit!) And finally we stopped by…

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