Another Urbexing Convert

A friend and neighbor of mine decided he'd like to try some exploring so I took him on Saturday to our usual haunt to see how he'd like it. He's an avid photographer like the rest of us and immediately fell in love with the urban decay. His shutter was clicking furiously.

Jeff was really enjoying the feel of the place and was quite vocal until he saw this wall.

 

He had a problem getting over the shock of seeing this and for the rest of the afternoon, whenever our conversation fell silent, he would softly repeat the phrase and shake his head. It actually became quite funny. The wall though set the tone of my next images. I though I'd do something a bit different from usual as I've already posted a lot of images from this location. So I've played around but not all are macabre.

 

 

 

 

 

We left at dusk and followed the explorers' tradition of beers afterwards and a discussion. I think we have another member in our group!

 

A Model for the Day

On Saturday, we had the most fortunate luck in that one of Emily's friends had heard of our explorations and liked the idea of being our model for a day. I was apprehensive but also excited as this would be a first for me, and it turned out to be a first for him also. We took him to our favourite abandonment, and I furtively cast anxious looks at him as he surveyed the location. Would it be too grundgy?

We had no idea where to start so we stopped at the old basketball court. Nerves and self consciousness were hounding me at first but after about 20 minutes, I started to loosen up and enjoy the experience. Emily and I tried different perspectives and seemed to be coming up with some good results.

 

We then moved to the old childrens' play area and before we could even think about where to place him, he struck the perfect pose.

After a few more shots, we were happy to find another location and we were all completely at ease now and eager to find new ideas. We headed towards an old building that has always freaked me out but it held some superb props.

This is one of my favorites, because it looks futuristic. We spent quite some time in the building before heading outside. I had brought a jewel with me and Joe spotted an old paint can that had split open. The colors were wonderful.

 

The high security area had some lethal looking wire surrounding it and we stopped here for some more photos.

 

One of the old buildings had some old furniture still in it and an old TV that hadn't been smashed so this served as an excellent location and provided me with my favorite image of the day. I found an old still of the movie 'Bride of Frankenstein', put that on the TV, added some filter work and was really pleased with this shot.

The day was a resounding success with Emily and I having had the opportunity to use such a willing subject who was extremely patient with us and the time it took to set up our cameras. Hopefully, when he sees our photos, he'll be willing to come out again with us to another location. More of my photos of Joe can be seen here.

The New Year in England

It was good to be back in England even though the reason was sad. I had been concerned about traveling as it was snowing in Virginia and Britain was getting the worst weather it had seen for 30 years. The airport was packed but moving efficiently and I was happy to be part of the cheerful British attitudes as everyone wished each other a Happy New Year.

I thought this was really odd looking out of Mum's window at a palm tree being lashed by a snow storm. Dorset usually has a very temperate climate hence an abundance of tropical plants. Luckily this well established tree would not suffer too much from the big freeze.

Phillip the pheasant has become a regular visitor and usually pops in around lunchtime for a snack. He's quite tame but not very vocal, yet happily gobbles up everything put out for him.

Greg and I walked down to the village in the snow to stock up on important commodities such as bread, milk, cigarettes and BACON. The local butcher shop was getting low on stock so Greg snapped up stacks of stuff. I was so envious of my brother as he's allowed to take meat back with him but I can't. He bought over 60 sausages, pork & sage, beef & garlic, and over 2lbs in back bacon. I thought miserably of the bacon back in the US where you wave a fork at it and the bacon shatters into shards.

Mum had bought these free range eggs at Sainsburys and I loved the pastel colors of the shells. They were full of flavor and large. 

 

Inside the box was a description of how the chickens were raised. Pampered poultry, but the eggs were the best I'd had in years.

When Greg had flown back to Malta after Dad's funeral, Mum and I had some wonderful girl time together. We barely left the house except to run errands but did manage to visit 2 garden centers for a look round and a cup of tea. Yay, the high life! I have to admit that I was slipping back into the English way of life very easily and quickly adopted the old routine of having at least 10 cups of tea a day. Above Mum and I having a spot of tea and a bun.

I found some of Dad's old photos and scanned this one of him in his class. This was Christmas 1937 when he was 7 years old.

 When Dad was courting Mum, they had a holiday in Cornwall. I scanned some of those images but particularly loved this one Dad took of some men hanging around the local shop. Dad did his own developing and used a textured paper, cutting the edges with special scissors similar to those used in scrapbooking today.

There's still many of Dad's photos that I'd like to scan and I know we haven't found them all yet, but I'll be going back to England in a few months to travel up to North Yorkshire with Mum and Greg to scatter Dad's ashes. That will be a sad yet wonderful trip as North Yorkshire is also one of my favorite places, so I can actually look forward a little bit to that time. And we shall all be stronger by then too.

On Friday December 18th, my Dad died, and although we didn't have the closest of relationships, there is still a void. An empty chasm because of so many things that were left unsaid and undone, all emotional. My father was a perfectionist in everything he did and his last workplace stands testament to that as even after 2 years, they've still been unable to replace him.
I learnt a lot from my father; he was the best in every handyman job and happy to teach. I learnt how to lay a lawn, how to build a brick wall, how to build a pond, how to paint correctly with a brush and a roller, how to wallpaper, how to mix cement. I learnt how to do all these things properly and well, apart from tiling. I never mastered that or his woodworking skills.
He also taught us about respect, discipline and honor. Because of those values, I have many longstanding friendships which I have always fiercely protected, and I have always been devotedly loyal to my employers.
He also had a great sense of humor and I was always proud to have my father at my parties. He never failed to raise a laugh, and was often the life and soul down at the local pub.
I only wish he had been more communicative with his emotions and not been afraid to display affection. I remember on my last visit holding his hand, and he looked down surprised. I don't think we'd ever done that before.
A friend and colleague sent me a beautiful e-mail after my father's death and I took strength from the words she sent me:

Romans 8:35-39 (New International Version)

³⁵Who shall separate us from the love of Christ? Shall trouble or hardship or persecution or famine or nakedness or danger or sword? ³⁶As it is written:
   "For your sake we face death all day long;
      we are considered as sheep to be slaughtered."^{[a] 37}No, in all these things we are more than conquerors through him who loved us. ³⁸For I am convinced that neither death nor life, neither angels nor demons,^[b] neither the present nor the future, nor any powers, ³⁹neither height nor depth, nor anything else in all creation, will be able to separate us from the love of God that is in Christ Jesus our Lord.

So I will hold no grudge, nor fester with bitterness, because I know one day I 'll meet Dad again, and this time, we'll both greet with unrestrained affection.
I love you Dad.

A Floating Palace in Baltimore

Emily, Tim & I trekked to Baltimore on Saturday, and having not explored for a while, we were chomping at the bit. We decided to have lunch first, stopping at a fast food restaurant offering a tasty menu of chicken livers, gizzards and lake trout. I had the trout for the first and last time!

Our next stop was the Hebrew Orphan Asylum, dating back to 1873. In 1924 it became West Baltimore General Hospital, to be renamed Lutheran Hospital around 1950. It closed in 1989. And it was still very closed up as we skirted the perimeter. We saw no point of entry so had to make do with some external shots before walking around the neighborhood.

Many of the houses in this area were boarded up or about to fall down. Feral cats skulked along fences and guard dogs barked loudly, guarding I have no idea what.

Some one had dropped their breakfast so it made for a colorful photo amongst the drab surroundings. We soon tired of these sad streets, so decided to go scouting. Clambering back into the car, we scoured the streets for a nice derelict building. Bingo! We came across a large industrial looking place which looked as though it had suffered fire damage at the rear.

We found an open door and walked into a strange warehouse.

It became apparent as we stepped on the floor that all the wooden boards were floating, and it was a little weird walking across the open space. Tim correctly determined that this was once a cold storage place and underneath us would once have been ice. We realized later that this was an ice making factory. The rectangular moulds to the right of the photo held the ice blocks.

We came to a spiral staircase and saw below the machinery which once powered this plant. The "Ice House" is the remaining structure of a large ice manufacturing plant constructed in 1911 by the American Ice Company. Designed by New York architecture firm Mortimer & Co. and built by Fidelity Construction Company from Baltimore, the plant complex was "one of the largest and most modern of its kind in the State" when built and marked the significant shift from the sale of natural to manufactured ice.

 

 I loved this ammonia gauge, and this link explains why ammonia is used in refrigeration. There was an ammonia leak from the building in 2008 as workers were tearing down part of the building. There were also 2 major fires in 2001 and 2004.

Going up the spiral staircase took us to the roof and a floor with more machinery possibly for ventilation. I found this interesting link, which reports from 1909 and shows the machinery we saw here, eg, the horizontal compressor.

We left 'The Floating Palace' happy that we'd found somewhere new and exciting, and readily agreed that the next stop should be a bar to celebrate. We found a little dive bar, and entered to a strong smell of cleaning products. We sat on a stool and enquired about the draught beers of which there were none.We ordered a local beer, were given cans and asked if we needed glasses! It was also discovered that the bar didn't do food, so we decided to drink and go elsewhere. As we were about to leave, we stood, and disturbed a coachroach on the counter which the barman expertly squashed with my empty glass as it tried to scuttle away. Without batting an eyelid, he smiled and wished us a good evening and we left thankful that a menu had not been available. We may not have had a gastronomically delightful day, but at least our explorations had been successful!

First December Snow

On Saturday, Kota and I were laying in bed enjoying the sound of the rain against the windows and snuggling under warm covers and fleeces. It slowly dawned on me that the rain had turned to snow and was coming down thick and fast. I leaped out of bed, dressed quickly, pulled on boots, jacket and hat, grabbed my camera bag and headed out of the door, leaving Kota looking at me as if to say, 'Are you in your right mind?'

I didn't want to go too far as the roads were getting covered quickly so I drove to the Manassas Battlefields, paid my fee, grabbed a large umbrella and started trudging. The wind was very strong and my umbrella was almost vertical as I pushed against the force of the snow trying to keep my camera dry.

This image of Stonewall Jackson shows the angle of the snow. I was the only one there walking about and was glad nobody witnessed me trying to wrestle my umbrella and wield my camera. After a few shots, I tramped over towards some cannons. They looked wonderful under a large tree which due to the force of the wind was only half covered in snow.

 

There are a few blobs on the images of snowflakes which evaded my efforts to keep them off my lens. The wind blew through my jacket and fleece so I decided to seek sanctuary in my warm car and explore further afield. Some of the park area had already been closed off but I found a small track which led to the officers' offices. Driving slowly, I decided to observe from the car to find a shot rather than walk up and down. 

 

Because I was driving so slowly, I was lucky enough to catch this doe as she wandered through the woods. Further along the track, I noticed a small lake so grabbing the umbrella again, I left the car.

I came across this little winter wonderland and crouched down to shield myself a little better. Once I taken enough photos, I decided to call it a morning and headed back home for a hot chocolate. Kota was still sitting on the bed, and threw me a look which clearly said, 'I don't believe you sometimes.' Whatever, Kota!

DC Roller Girls

A small group of us went down to DC Armory on Saturday afternoon to see a roller derby. This was my first experience of the sport and after reading about it in the Washington Post a while ago, I was excited to see it first hand. I was impressed that we could get so close to the circuit. As well as bleachers, there were chairs close to the ring and I was also able to sit on the floor feet away from the skaters as they passed.   

 

 

This mother held a sign for her daughter AKA Hoova Dayum, who as well as being a great pusher was also very fast.

The rules in a nutshell are points are collected by 'jammers' who are sprinting skaters. There is one on each side and four blockers who form a pack. So there are two jammers on the circuit trying to pass eight blockers. The blockers will obviously block the opponent jammer while trying to help their own jammer pass through the pack. A point is gained once the jammer passes through the pack. Each 'jam' or session lasts for two minutes or until the lead jammer calls off the jam. The team with the most points after two 30 minute periods wins the game. 

Each jam commences with the pack skating off at the first whistle and the two jammers behind starting on the second whistle. It's a fast and furious pace with many tumbles and much encouragement from the audience.

I loved this shot! It's obviously not a totally glamorous sport having to wear mouthguards!

This is Condoleezza Slice, featured in the above Washington Post article.

 I spent quite a lot of time sitting here on the floor which turned out to be a great location as I ended up having the whole Cherry Blossom Bombshells team sitting next to me, so my camera was clicking like crazy.

There were so friendly too and more than willing to let me have a photo with them.

 

Here they are on the edge of the circuit cheering their opposition as they're introduced. It's a very friendly sport and each player is introduced to the crowd as they do a lap.

This guy is an avid supporter of the Heavy Metal Hookers, a team from Philadelphia.

This was Condoleezza Slice and her Scareforce One team after the match, slapping hands with their opponents and anyone else who wanted to come to the sidelines and take part. Of course, I had to do that.

This was a brilliant afternoon out and I immensely enjoyed the relaxed atmosphere and joviality of the teams. It seems to be a sport building rapidly in popularity, and now uses a flat track as apposed to the banked tracks from the 70's. There are now more than 400 flat track derby leagues worldwide.