Below are the 13 most recent journal entries recorded in Abandoned Places' InsaneJournal:

Monday, August 28th, 2017
2:24 pm	The Old Essex County Prison http://abandonedplaces.livejournal.com/2745794.html  Hello all! Hope everyone has had a safe summer thus far. I see LJ has once again changed the post editor since my last time here. It's definetly improved, but unfortunately I am still unable to simply copy-paste the HTML from our website entry into the entry form like I used to back in the old days. So, like last time, what I will do is share our writing and a selection of images. I will place a button at  the bottom of this post that brings you to our website, so that those  interested may see the entry in its entirety. Now, on to the post proper... It was an unusual day - When filming, it's not often we find ourselves in a group setting, and it's even less frequent that we aren't the ones tasked with driving. So, from the onset this was a unique venture for us. It was an enjoyable change of pace for us, as we were in good company, and enjoyed the downtime lazily gazing out from the windows of the SUV as we made our journey. Eventually our ride made a final turn and slowly proceeded down the rough pavement of Newark Street, creeping to a stop alongside a curb. We're here, said the driver as he put the vehicle into park and killed the ignition. We paused as we exited the truck into the warm summer sun, taking a moment to stare at the plum of greenery across the street.  A small forest in the middle of Newark, and within it lie the old city jail. Though decades-abandoned today, the Newark Street Jail enjoyed a long history as the city jail to Newark, New Jersey. A history which begins with its construction along the bank of the then newly completed Morris Canal in 1837, a canal which no longer exists today. This prison was built to replace the former city jail, which had burnt to the ground in the summer of 1835, any remains of which are now sealed away beneath what is today Newark's Grace Episcopal Church. The Newark Street Jail was a standalone prison, and is several blocks removed from the courthouse, whereas the previous building had housed both functions. Built of  brick and local brownstone, the initial structure was little more than a two-story square, attached to a single wing of cells, and did not see further renovation until the 1890s when several additions were made to the base structure.  1907 saw the largest expansion to jail, with 112 new cells added and all the older blocks equipped with running water and toilets.  The aging prison continued to see service as a jail until 1970, when it was abandoned in favor of a newer and larger facility.  By this point it had expanded to contain more than 300 cells within its stone walls. For a short time after closing as a jail the complex served to house the Essex County Narcotics Bureau. When they relocated in 1989 the jail was left without use. Our first steps on the property were not unlike the beginnings of a nature hike - We sought out a foot path in the woods and followed it onward. These urban woods are shallow though, a natural facade of twisting forms which hides away man-made geometry. Within minutes we were inside, and the transition was jolting. Even after one's eyes adjust, it took a few moments for the mind to comprehend where you stand. We had entered beneath a wall of cell blocks several stories high. Far above, light spilled through holes in the rot-pocked wooden ceiling.  Where it reached the floor, it shimmered off embossed decorative ceiling panels that had let loose their moorings.  Their brothers that remained above were tenuously suspended, like rust-filigreed guillotine blades over our heads. One often takes for granted that cities are sterile places, as if their souls are made of asphalt and brick, and thick concrete blood will spill forth to clot any wound.  In truth though, the urban landscape is just a thin skin over something much more primal, and without constant maintenance, nature is quick to reclaim what has been taken.  The Newark Street Jail could serve as a textbook illustration of this principle at work. In the subsequent decades of disuse the jail has seen both tremendous decay and verdant new growth. Light catches and dances through the limbs of the trees, throwing silhouettes of color and shadow down the cavernous cell blocks. Cell blocks which, upon closer examination, proved to be far from vacant. As it would turn out, our time within the jail proved far more social than we had anticipated. We crossed paths with many others during our few hours inside, some were just passing through while others clearly resided here, their homes made within the old cells. It was evident from the personal effects strewn about that many more people called the old jail home than just those we had met that day. Perhaps the most visually arresting sights of the jail awaited in the wings. To one side was wall of cells, again four stories high, the opposite wall was once home to a series of tall, arched windows.  Their exteriors were steel framed and barred to prevent any possibility of escape, but the inner faces were constructed of a grid of glass panels in a wooden frame.  Time has taken little toll on the steel or brick, but the wooden frames had fared badly - When the wood no longer had the strength to hold the massive window in the wall, it gave way, but most did not fall far. Nearly every window had tipped backward in its frame to rest against the highest tier of cells, forming a series of archways from which dangle countless panes of glass.  The floor is littered with the remains of those that have already fallen, and the sunlight piercing the ceiling reveals a subtle beauty here, as it is captured and refracted in every direction by these fixed, dangling, and shattered squares. Exiting the building we once again found ourselves in the forest, and though brief, it's impact is nonetheless intense as you pass through and back to the streets of Newark. Unfortunately our first sight upon re-entering the city was that of a police car parked next to the SUV we had arrived in. With our heads hung low in defeat we slowly made our way to the cruiser. When we reached the car two officers got out to greet us. They weren't here about our trespassing, rather they had just gotten on the scene in regards to someone having broken into our ride. Glass was everywhere, and on the passenger seat lay a large chunk of cement, which was obviously the culprits 'tool' of entry. All of our belongings were safely stowed in the bags we were carrying upon our backs all day, but the others we were with didn't fair so luckily. Asking if we should make a report one of the officers replied You can, but I doubt much will come of it., noting that this was far from an unusual occurrence. In the end we passed on conducting any official paperwork, and decided to part ways with Newark as quickly as possible. It was an unusual day. (Comment on this)
2:24 pm	An Abandoned Church in the Czech Republic http://abandonedplaces.livejournal.com/2744613.html It was a gloomy day and better weather would definitely make a trip nicer, especially as it was a long walk through villages and areas which can be simply named as the middle of nowhere. However, after reaching the place it appeared that the grey sky perfectly filled the scenery where the final destination of the journey was situated. This place was an old decaying church on the hill, still carefully covered with greyness, so common for the beginning of spring, and together with the colourless clouds making this site even a bit frightening. More on my blog: http://stepoffthebeatentrack.com/2017/05/28/an-abandoned-church-on-the-hill-one-more-story-of-decay-czech-republic/ (Comment on this)
2:24 pm	Abandoned manor house with frescoes http://abandonedplaces.livejournal.com/2744460.html It was a completely accidental find and definitely the most impressive place seen on that trip to Southern Poland. A small manor house despite its simple architecture had such a beautiful interior that it was not easy to leave the site quickly. Thus it is worth to have a closer look on what is hiding behind its walls. More on my blog: http://stepoffthebeatentrack.com/2017/05/08/the-magic-of-faded-frescoes-an-abandoned-manor-house-in-poland/ (Comment on this)
2:24 pm	Abandoned Synagogue http://abandonedplaces.livejournal.com/2743838.html A white decaying building surrounded by a huge blue fence  thats what you can find in the centre of Slonim, a town in the northwestern part of Belarus. Its old massive walls suggest that once it was a great place and make it worth crossing a thick jungle of various plants surrounding the site. More on my blog: http://stepoffthebeatentrack.com/2016/10/01/the-abandoned-slonim-synagogue-slonim-belarus/ (Comment on this)
2:24 pm	The Abandoned Eagle Mountain Railroad http://abandonedplaces.livejournal.com/2743375.html Not unlike a lonely, quiet, two-lane highway, there is something that is incredibly and romantically alluring, while at the same time quite sad, about a set of rusty, unused, and weed grown railroad tracks disappearing off into the horizon. They are all that remnants of something once great, now forlorn and forgotten, rusting away and succumbing to the forces of nature. They draw me and make me want to walk down them, to find out why and what they were used for, and to imagine them in their heyday. Out in the Mojave Desert East of Palm Springs – for a few more weeks anyway – are the remnants of the old Eagle Mountain Railroad. I’d first saw this rail line in February of 2014 -- the first winter I spent living here in the desert. I’d been out on my bike Angus photographing an abandoned gas station in Desert Center when I passed over the tracks on the I-10 overpass. I exited and circled back to look at the old rusty sagebrush choked line heading off towards the distant mountains. I had vaguely recalled something about an iron mine in the mountains here and figured that was the line to it. Later, I started doing some research and found that it was indeed the Eagle Mountain Railroad, built to haul iron ore from the Eagle Mountain mine down to what was then the Southern Pacific transcontinental mainline.  But it wasn’t until this spring when my long-time friend and fellow rust aficionado Dave Harmer came for a visit that I got to explore the Eagle Mountain in more detail. What we found was not only fascinating but a great history lesson as well. And as it turns out, just in the nick of time, for earlier this month a rail scrap company began taking up the tracks of the Eagle Mountain. The Eagle Mountain Railroad was built in 1947-1948 to tap into a vast iron ore reserve in the Eagle Mountains and to fuel the huge steel mill that the great industrialist Henry Kaiser built in Fontana, California during WW II to provide steel for his shipbuilding enterprises. And like most research, one finds out things one wasn’t really looking for as one follows the research wherever it leads. Old Henry Kaiser was quite a guy – in the age when this country actually built giant projects and created big things other than software and smart phone apps. He started with a construction company that was part of the consortium that built Hoover and Grand Coulee Dams, went on to build the Colorado River Aqueduct, and then got into ship-building. To provide steel for the ships, he built a steel mill, to get iron and coal for the mill he bought mines and railroads. Later he bought aluminum smelters to provide aluminum for plane manufacturing. If one didn’t know better one might think he was a character from Ayn Rand’s Atlas Shrugged. In a way, maybe he was. In her journals, apparently, Rand came West to interview Kaiser and tour his facilities as she was writing Atlas Shrugged in the 1950s. Is it a coincidence that a main character in her novel is one Henry Reardon -- of Reardon Steel, Reardon Ore, Reardon Coal etc.? (In an ironic and interesting “six degrees of separation” kind of connection, Kaiser’s Fontana mill got its coal from a mine at Sunnyside, Utah, along the now abandoned Carbon County Railroad – a line Dave and I had also explored some two years ago, and that was abandoned a couple of years before Eagle Mountain was.  You can read about it here: http://grgardner.livejournal.com/95813.html) But we’ll have to leave Henry Kaiser’s accomplishments for another day. The Eagle Mountain was 51 miles long – running from a connection with the Southern Pacific at a place along the Salton Sea named “Ferrum Junction” (Latin for iron) – East and over the mountains to the Eagle Mountain Mine. It was built in two years and was one of the longest new rail construction projects of the century. The maximum gradient was 2.2 percent, and it had one long 500-foot trestle over the Salt Creek Wash as well as a few cuts and smaller bridges in it’s somewhat serpentine climb over the mountains to the mine.  In its heyday of the 1950s to the 1970s it would send two 100-car loaded ore trains west from the mine each day to the connection with the SP to be forwarded to the mill at Fontana, and bring back two empty trains a day left by the Southern Pacific. As steel production waned this tapered off in the late 1970s to one train a day and by the mid 80s it was down to one a week. After the mill closed in 1984 the railroad would gradually ship the stockpiled ore left at the mine out for sale overseas until it too was gone. The mine closed down, the town of Eagle Mountain became a modern ghost town, and the railroad stopped running.  The last train ran on March 24, 1986. The rails have been quiet since then. So, on an early March morning we set out in the Hummer to explore what we could of the remains of this mining railroad that has sat unused out in the desert for thirty years now – slightly under half of its life. Here is Dave examining a washout on the railroad near the massive mine which you can see in the far horizon while my boyfriend Eric who joined in on his first foray into the odd world of Gary and Dave stuff is down in the wash looking at spikes and other rusty things. That location is at the bottom of “Caution Hill”, so named because trains stopped here after coming down the grade from the mountain to cool their brakes. The tracks wander through the Mojave Desert for 51 miles and we were able to – with the traction of the trusty Hummer – able to follow along for a good 80% of it.  With no regular maintenance of the tracks or the culverts over the desert washes in the ensuing 30 years since the mine shut down there are numerous washouts caused by periodic heavy rains and flash floods. It’s a testament to the construction of this line, using very heavy rail, that despite the washouts the tracks are in relatively good condition considering. The huge trestle at Salt Creek Wash still stands. This was the longest bridge on the railroad and carries the tracks over the main water channel coming down the West slope of the mountains. Very little still exists at the end of the line – Ferrum Junction, where the Eagle Mountain connected with the former Southern Pacific, now Union Pacific “Sunset Route” transcontinental mainline. There is a small maintenance shed, and a few storage tracks where trains of loads were left for the SP to pick up and trains of empties were returned by SP to be taken back up over the mountains to the mine for yet another load of ore. When the Union Pacific did some major track work here a few years ago they, apparently unbeknownst to Kaiser who still owns the tracks, disconnected the Eagle Mountain from the interchange, so now the tracks just dead end and there is no connection to the national rail network anymore. Rail traffic has changed in the 80 years since the Eagle Mountain was built and the 30 years since it shut down. The old SP is gone; the Union Pacific has created a high-speed modern railway that hauls miles of stacked containers at 80 mph flying past Ferrum where now there isn’t even a connection to slow the passage of these trains. And soon even these tracks will be gone. In late April, on a drive back to the desert from Phoenix, Arizona, Eric and I decided to loop off the freeway and go look at the old railroad again. Much to our surprise we found modified backhoes had been busy removing the tracks, starting at the fenced off ghost town of Eagle Mountain and working their way West. Upon walking the tracks further down the line, the crews had already come by and unbolted the rail connections and pulled up the spikes holding the rails to the ties. It’s understandable that the corporate entity that remains of the old Kaiser empire that still owns the mine, the railroad, and the town would want to recoup some money from an asset that is rusting away out in the desert, and the tracks certainly are that. The cost of repairing the line and making it usable far exceed any value – and there is no reason to do it anyway. The business and regulatory climate these days will keep that from ever happening. At one time it was thought the mine pits could be used as a giant dump for LA trash and the rail line could haul it, but that idea was quashed a few years ago. Pulling up the tracks and selling the rails for reuse or recycling makes more sense than letting them sit out in the desert. Wanting to document the old line one last time Eric and I ventured out into the desert again last weekend in the trusty Hummer. In the short span of one week they had torn up a good 10 miles of track. Rails were piled neatly along the right of way behind the advancing equipment. They are moving fast. They even removed the ties and rails from the washout that Dave was standing on at the start of our exploration in March. The mine and the town are abandoned now, except for the fencing around it and a few security guards. The huge scars on the land left from digging out the mountain will remain on the landscape for eons, but that -- and maybe a lonely street sign or two -- will soon likely be the only visible signs left of the giant Kaiser empire, who’s name will live on in a few places. Places like Kaiser Permanente, the original Health Maintenance organization founded by Kaiser here at this location, and with his Kaiser Family Foundation which engages in philanthropic endeavors to this day (many of which are decidedly anti-capitalist and would be an affront to the great industrialist the foundation is named for, and again, eerily forshadowed in Atlas Shrugged as well.) The Fontana mill has been torn down and replaced by a NASCAR race track, and steelmakeing itself and ship building has all but ended in this country. And geneiss of all that – the mine, and the railroad that hauled the ore, will one day vanish in the desert winds too. It’s been more than 30 years since a train like the one below hauled a hundred cars of iron ore dug out of the mountain behind it -- crossing over a bridge that is there to protect the Colorado River Aqueduct from the vibrations of the heavy loads. The aqueduct too a product of Kaiser --built for the Los Angeles Metropolitan Water District, designed by William Mulholand, and built by Henry Kaiser some 15 years before the railroad was laid and the mine in production. (photo by Craig Walker, RailPictures.net) Now the last things to roll over this bridge will be the tractors removing the rails and ties, and maybe a lizard or an errant desert wanderer will walk over it if it too isn’t removed by the salvagers. Once they finish taking up the tracks and the machines all leave, the desert will start to reclaim the landscape, and in another 20 years any sign of the Eagle Mountain Railroad will be gone – save maybe the lonely railroad crossing sign that marked where the tracks once crossed the road. This spot -- where giant ore trains once blew their horns to warn passing motorists as they rolled past on their way to and from the mine, hauling the minerals that built this country and which it no longer needs since it no longer builds the giant dams, roads, bridges, and projects that required mines and railways out here in the wilds of the Mojave Desert. It will soon all be a ghost, with few clues or signs as to what was once here. All in all, it all makes me sad. In my head I understand why they are taking up the tracks, but in my heart I want them to remain.  I want to return to the desert years from now -- to see and to touch the steel -- to imagine loaded ore trains rumbling through the landscape. I want them to remain as a reminder of what once was -- of the power of man to literally move mountains and to dream big. With the rails gone and the roadbed reclaimed by the desert, in the future no one will know what once was here, no one will remember, and there will be nothing to rekindle the glory and the testament to the brilliance and to pay homage to the ego of mankind and what was created -- which has since faded and soon will disappear like the railroad in the desert. I'm glad I saw it -- just in the nick of time. (Comment on this)
2:24 pm	The Abandoned Chapel The Little White Temple http://abandonedplaces.livejournal.com/2743105.html It was the most ruined place I visited during that trip but it had some charm despite its poor condition. Trees growing on the roof as well as bare walls suggested that the building is falling into ruin and old wooden pews significally bitten by time let assume that the place had been abandoned for a long time. Despite that, it was still possible to stuck in this place for a while exploring this little abandoned temple and its overgrown surroundings. More on my blog: http://stepoffthebeatentrack.com/2017/04/24/the-abandoned-chapel-the-little-white-temple-czech-republic/ (Comment on this)
2:24 pm	The Abandoned Church Sv. Segoa http://abandonedplaces.livejournal.com/2742659.html It was the first abandoned church in the Czech Republic that I got to know about and the one that made me search even for more of them. Not surprising at all, as the beauty of its interior can make you stay inside for ages. Thus it is worth to open its heavy doors and have a closer look on what is hidden behind. More on my blog: http://stepoffthebeatentrack.com/2017/04/04/the-abandoned-church-sv-segos-czech-republic/ (Comment on this)
2:24 pm	Abandoned house http://abandonedplaces.livejournal.com/2742023.html It was a small red brick cabin near the road crossing one village in Poland. A brightly green ivy covering on the roof, lack of the doors, as well as holes in the windows, let assume that decay had already moved there and invited to have a look on the painful agony of this once beautiful house. Thus, there was nothing else to do but cross a wild jungle surrounding the building and enter its decaying walls. More on my blog: http://stepoffthebeatentrack.com/2016/10/19/the-abandoned-house-empty-cages-poland/ (Comment on this)
2:24 pm	Its Been Just 7 Months Since The Rio Olympics, And This Is What The Venues Look Like Now http://abandonedplaces.livejournal.com/2741909.html Seven months after Rio de Janeiro hosted the first Olympic Games in South America, many of the expensive venue sites remain abandoned. - Getty Images photojournalist Mario Tama A man cycles past the abandoned athletes village 1 Dogs walk in the Olympic Park 2 Weeds grow in front of the Olympic Aquatics Stadium 3 The Olympic Golf Course, top, sits partially degraded next to vacant lots 4 Chess tables stand in Olympic Park 5 Remains of tennis facilities stand in Olympic Park More photos . (Comment on this)
2:24 pm	The Abandoned Church The Hidden Pearl http://abandonedplaces.livejournal.com/2741549.html The beauty of decaying churches is a never ending story. So engaging one, that the will to read its next chapter can make you go a long way, no matter how many kilometres it counts. This time the mentioned story takes us to an ordinary village in the Czech Republic, hiding, in contrast, an abandoned church which is so spectacular, that even the ones in use can be jealous of its beauty. More photos on my blog: http://stepoffthebeatentrack.com/2017/03/20/the-abandoned-church-the-hidden-pearl-czech-republic/ (Comment on this)
2:24 pm	Abandoned American theme park in Japan West World Premonition Spaghetti Western http://abandonedplaces.livejournal.com/2740753.html Western Village first opened its doors back in the early 1970s. Originally quite a modest affair known as Kinugawa Family Ranch, the Wild West theme park did well and gradually expanded, hence the name change. Yet despite such success, changing times resulted in changing fortunes, and in 2006 it was forced to close  meaning that the park now sits empty and forlorn by the side of the road. An odd, wholly unexpected sight in a relatively sparsely populated area a few hours north of Tokyo. Is this a premonition of American politics gone wild? I can see by your outfit that you are a cowboy! Increasingly battered by the weather over an era of neglect, it looks like a Hollywood Western movie set. Bank about to be robbed Visiting at the end of a politically tumultuous 2016, one arrives by stagecoach. It was the parks haunted looking residents and their unintended, yet no less terrifying depiction of a world turned utterly upside down. As a follicly challenged right winger with a conflicted orange complexion, such a choice seems disturbingly prescient anticipating the coming train wreck. While those set to benefit blithely carry on  wilfully ignorant of the slow, piecemeal disintegration of everything they are supposed to stand for. Are these the ones who are above the law? And such blatant disregard for procedure and accountability is cynically carried out while the masses are kept mostly in the dark by complicit organisations happy  or at the very least content  to peddle untruths and create distractions. Leaving those in opposition vilified, confused and increasingly isolated. Rendering them utterly unable to stop the legacy of a once proud party being completely desecrated. The whole horrid state of affairs culminating in a genuinely great country being reduced to nothing but its greatest fear(s). Town Hall Meeting : The Warning !! West World Japan : tokyotimes.org Is this the premonition of foreboding in western culture? . (Comment on this)
Wednesday, August 23rd, 2017
2:15 pm	Chernobyl 31 Years Later http://abandonedplaces.livejournal.com/2743604.html 31 a year ago there was an accident at the Chernobyl nuclear power plant Originally posted by b_picture at C4B> G5;>25G5AB2> ?>:8=C;> 5<;N: 31 3>4 =0704 ?@>87>H;0 020@8O =0 '5@=>1K;LA:>9 -! Pripyat was once a thriving city, inhabited by 50 000 people. But April 26, 1986, a terrible accident on one of the Chernobyl reactors occurred, and everything changed in one moment. After an emergency evacuation, Pripyat was abandoned and now stands deserted, dilapidated and eerie 30 years later. The Chernobyl catastrophe became the first nuclear accident in history to receive the level 7 international nuclear event scale (a second occurred in 2011, at Fukushima-1 "in Japan). A whole sea of gas masks, left in an abandoned building whose walls and roof rot and crumble. Procedural area in the hospital stands obsolete, tiles flaking from the walls, and daybed surrounded by old abandoned objects. Cash register and a glass bottle in an abandoned school cafeteria where the mold is spreading on the walls and tables. Broken Windows remain open forever now. Books and newspapers scatter the floor in a mess as a silent reminder of what once was a thriving city of Pripyat. An empty hospital ward, of beds in its final rest. Drawing books and unfinished pictures scatter the floor on the school classroom together with broken furniture and broken lamps. Remnants of everyday life in the once noisy and bustling city located just three kilometers from the nuclear power plant. Glass syringes and medical journal left sleep on hospital window sills. Pripyat is still closed to visitors due to high levels of radiation, but graffiti decorates the deserted town. Instructions for oral hygiene on the school wall. 31 people died directly from the explosion at the reactor, but many people still suffer from cancers from exposure to radiation. A derelict kindergarten, dust covers the floor and tables and walls slowly crumble. Heartbreak: someone's favourite children's book. The old barge rusts, abandoned, completely alone. Mariya Semenyuk, a resident of the Chernobyl zone, sitting near the only home she knows with her chickens. A man walking past plates with the names of abandoned villages. Frighteningly beautiful: the sun shines on the Pripyat forested nature slowly recovers over 30 years. 8AB>G=8: . (Comment on this)
2:15 pm	Setting up account on Dreamwidth http://abandonedplaces.livejournal.com/2742990.html Originally posted by jj_maccrimmon at Setting up account on Dreamwidth Ladies and Gents, all good things... Due to the recent ToS changes to Live Journal and the anticipated censorship to follow, I am moving my LJ entries and comments to Dreamwidth. The new account is "JJMacCrimmon" there. I will continue to moderate the "abandonedplaces" community to the best of my ability. I will be closing other communities I own. After well over a decade this change is bittersweet, but I will not have my thoughts, writings, images and more potentially censored by a government of another country. (Comment on this)