This will be the first in a series of posts on local travel locations. Often, because I have lived here so long, I have overlooked the obvious. Many of these sites I visited regularly when I was a kid and they have all stood the test of time for a reason. My hope is to share these fascinating places in a new light. I am kicking the series off with
On a recent exploration located deep in the Catskills, NY region. A group of friends and I came upon an old pool table hidden in one of the rooms in this old hospital. It was pretty cool and at the time I took a few shots but didn’t think much of it. A great time was had by all (featured in an upcoming blog), and that was that. When I returned home I
Berkshire, New York is a sleepy little town about halfway between the two megatropolis cities of Ithaca and Owego, New York. Upstate New York is full of small towns just like Berkshire. Once bustling with business and industry, now just small hamlets with a smattering of homes, abandonments, and the families that used to work there. Many weekends are spent on the road just driving to see what I can see an this was one such trip. While heading towards a site that was suggested by a friend, something interesting caught the corner of my
Upstate New York, especially the Catskills has always been a desired area for vacationers. In the 60’s and 70’s it was the driving force behind the economy in many small, otherwise tourist-less towns. Many resorts and hotels popped up to serve the masses of business men and woman and their families who were looking for a bit of the “Country” for their summer vacations. Resorts like The Concord, The Pines, and Swan Lake were huge. Some like the
I visit a lot of locations that you cannot just jump in the family truckster and check out. But, there are some that you can, and should! While not abandoned in the traditional sense, all of these locations were once abandoned and have now been converted into tourist attractions
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First off, let me say, this is the most difficult story I have worked on to date. Asylums are notoriously difficult to write about due to their sordid and often clouded histories. Truth is, most asylums are closed due to atrocities of some nature. And because of those
In June of this year (2012), I organized and held my first Photowalk. It was a huge success with some familiar faces and a lot of new faces showing up to attend the two-part walk. To educate and network was the goal and we achieved that perfectly. One of my long time Flickr acquaintances Barbara F. from Ithaca attended the walk and I got to spend a few moments meeting, shooting, and conversing with her. That conversation ultimately led to this story. Knowing that she was connected with Cornell that day I asked her if it was possible to come take pictures of the amazing architecture there. She obliged by contacting me that next week and we set a date. Due to my crazy schedule though, the only date we could nail down was in the middle of the week during the schools open house. Either way, this was a great opportunity to capture the beauty of the campus.
As some of you know, I am also the guitarist for Wendy Owens and her band Renegade which besides photography, is what I do for a living. This past year has been rough with the band having 57+ dates on the books and me trying to schedule shoots around those dates. Sometimes, the stars align, and it all comes together. This would be one of those times.
I was contacted late 2011 about having the band do a show in a small town in upstate New York called Gowanda. The event, which lasts 3 days is called
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.