Dora, the pagan god of urban explorers, stood little chance off Alfred Street.
It’s a straight view from the projection booth to the stage, but hell of a walk. At a fast pace, I think it would take 10 minutes to walk from this spot to the chair. Behind the curtains is a big white screen, so the theatre could be used for either stagework or moving pictures. The two projectors are set up for 3D movies right now–hence the little switch below the window–a Polaroid 3D synchronizer. Cool, huh?
This ward was the last occupied place in the hospital. It was used as a chemical dependency (drug and alcohol) inpatient program. It seems that they were allowed to paint the walls before they abandoned it… I go back and forth, thinking it is a shame and thinking it is a little cool.
In the back of the warehouse is the old incinerator, probably used to destroy kegs that could not be reused.
Jet Lowe is my inspiration.
Peeling paint reveals the room numbers of the past. Kodak Trix-400 on Canon T40.
Mitchell Avenue, the main drag of a ghost town. Traces of asphalt and curbs are barely visible through patches of grass. In the old plan of the town, Mitchell Hotel would be to my direct left in this scene, and about 10 houses would flank this street to the left and right.
These machines are at least 100 years old.
Park Insurance Agency is no longer in business, nor would you be able to dial that phone number.