Archive for October, 2013

One Flew Into The Cuckoo’s Nest

Written by Concrete on . Posted in Institutional, Rochester

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 Building. Of course, I would have preferred to get in during the day, but especially on a place like this, beggars can’t be choosars. We started on the roof just as night fell, taking in the expansive view and watching for any signs of security that could ruin our night (there was none).

One of the few pieces of equipment left behind when Rochester Psychiatric Center moved (to a sprawling two-story campus next door) was the operating room lamp. Probably because the OR got a lot less use with the end of the lobotomy era…

This seemed a lot more sinister than it actually is. Upon further investigation, it’s a steam autoclave for sanitizing dirty scrubs and linens.

No, we didn’t set off some giant alarm. I was just experimenting with a red flashlight.

The basement is much bigger than any other floor of this hospital, or at least seems that way… I suspect the “shelter stops here” sign represents the edge of the building, and the point past which would no longer have protected the inmates (and more importantly in those times, the employees) of the hospital from the Bomb.

That awkward moment when the world is ending and all you want to do is take a shit.

This guy is EVERYWHERE!

And finally we found it: the morgue.

And I didn’t even think to take an autopsy table selfie. I must not be a real UERer.

Washed Away

Written by Concrete on . Posted in Industrial, Rochester

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 FUA tag in the city. You know a place is boring when even the graffiti crew half asses it.

Got to love leaking barrels of “something” though.

At least there’s a nice beer drinking spot up here, I might come back just for that sometime…

This reminds me just enough of somewhere I’ve been before…

And, just as we were about to leave, things got very interesting. Our somewhat holy grail was OPEN, and we were about to give it a try!

The Lapochka Scenario

Written by Concrete on . Posted in Buffalo, Religious

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 Buffalo Malt for some abandoned beers.