I have lived in the Southern Tier of New York state for over 5 decades. There pretty much isn’t anything here that I haven’t seen or photographed. Or, so I thought.
As most of you know, I am forever networking on Google+, Facebook, and other social networking sites. It was during a post engagement on facebook that I was asked by a friend if I had ever photographed the 1930’s rusted cars and an abandoned farmhouse up along the east side
“The artist alone sees spirits. But after he has told of their appearing to him, everybody sees them.” – Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
A couple of years ago I reluctantly joined a family trip to the Steamtown National Historic Site and ended up having a great time. I have always loved trains and steamtown has plenty to not only see and learn about but also to ride on! Move the clock ahead 2 years which brings us to early summer. I had my friend and fellow abandonment photographer Walter Arnold visiting and I promised him some cool locations to shoot. During the initial arranging of several shoots planned I made contact with the National Park asking
The New York State Inebriate Asylum, which later became the Binghamton State Hospital, was the first institution designed and constructed to treat alcoholism as a mental disorder. Located in Binghamton, NY, its imposing Gothic Revival exterior was designed by New York architect Isaac G. Perry and though the first cornerstone was laid in 1858, construction was not completed until
As a young man from a low-income family I learned from an early age that if you break it, and can’t fix it, you go without. I guess this is where I get my smarts from. I was never afraid to take things apart and see how they work, repair, change them, etc. My girlfriend even purchased me a shirt that says, “I void warranties”. I don’t know about that. I will admit, I have never run across much that I cannot fix if it ain’t broken. Anyway, what am I getting at here? Well all of this leads me to my love of machines and my trip to Steamtown National Historic Site in Scranton, Pennsylvania. Steamtown is a Technology Museum and a History Museum combined into
First thing I want to say is that Zion was one of my favorite spots on this last trip out west. There is a reason this place is often thought of as nature’s cathedral. You truly feel as though you have died and gone to heaven while there. Every vista is majestic and spiritually uplifting. Anyone who knows me knows that I am of agnostic belief. I believe there is a god, but I do not believe that a book, or any one religion can explain it. That is all I want to say about that. I will say
walking dead ˈwȯ-kər [waw-ker] noun
1 : one that walks: as
a : a competitor in a walking race
b : a peddler going on foot
c : a temporary male escort of socially prominent women attending usually public events
d : a person or group (walkers) that intentionally moves into a photographers frame while he/she is shooting.
Destination: Jackson Sanatorium
When I was doing research online for this place, everyone was calling it a sanitarium, which is, in case you are unaware is a home/hospital for the mentally ill. I later found out that the true designation for the building affectionately known to the locals of Dansville, NY during it’s days in operation as “Our Home on The Hillside” and then later as “Our Castle on the Hill” was actually a Sanatorium. Which by definition is a combination resort/recreational facility and a medical facility to provide short-term complex rest and medical services.
As you may or may not recall from my “Valley of the Dolls House” entry, Saturday, myself and my friend Lou were supposed to be shooting an old ballroom located in downtown Sayre, Pa. Turns out the guy that we contacted misunderstood which ballroom we were talking about. Who knew there was more than one in the whole state of Pennsylvania let alone the Sayre, Athens area. Well, as it turns out, the one he was talking about was in his HOUSE! Now I don’t
On a recent photo adventure with fellow shooter Louis Quattrini we ran in to a hiccup and decided to stop into a local pub in Sayre, PA to re-configure our day. The best laid plans and all that. So, two photographers walk into a bar…. oh, have you already heard this one? I bet you haven’t.
A Decaying Mecca Part III of III
On my third visit to Grossinger’s I would visit areas that I had previously skipped over. There would be the usual trip to the indoor pool of course but this time we would explore a few of the surrounding cottages and the famous Jenny G building. The reason being not only for exploratory purposes but this time, for video purposes. Seems our previous trips to the G had caught the eye of a television show producer from New York City. They approached us via email and were basically looking for a couple