Broken stuff
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I saw some sad news about this Grand Old Mental Asylum today. Wanted to keep the memories of this beautiful Place.
Another example of how this wonderfully textured asylum has been utterly ravished by decay. A truly interesting and amazing place in my opinion and one which I will be very happy to return to :)
The future beckons out the window and over the hill far from this abandoned homestead in eastern Washington. I hope they made it.
Fitzgerald Falls, Monroe, Orange County, New York. The forest around this waterfall is a unique place, very wild and unkept looking, even spooky. There are lots of broken, decaying trees and tumbled stones. On this breezy day the clouds kept passing the sun and bringing the light in and out, creating spots of warm glow and patchy moving shadows.
This was a pulley from an exercise machine that should be all horizontal, but the ball bearings disintegrated. The particles on the third row are bits of metal and I added some other textures to make it look even more shattered.
Probably my favorite hallway in all of Eastern State Penitentiary.
View it on my website.
I always feel sorry for these old houses that were once filled with children .. noise and warmth..now cold and quiet and lonely ..
Still beautiful........
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It was a place of nightmare.
Stumbling through the dark woods I had followed the faint sound of what appeared to be music…music familiar from my childhood. An old fairground.
But what greeted me was a nauseating miasma of corruption. I stood by an old rusting car; close to it lay the broken, decaying corpse of a young woman. A small boy stood, paralysed; imprisoned and motionless save for his wild, terrified eyes staring out through the mask clamped to his head.
Perhaps most disturbing was the little girl; she could only have been four or five years old when she had last lived. Grasping a tattered toy in one hand, she jumped and skipped in a macabre never-ending game, a demonic grin on her face. She hummed a nursery rhyme to herself as she danced among the dead.
Eternal torture of the souls of innocents.
And through all this horror came a feeling of evil intent and purpose. A twisted mind controlling the perverse scene. I looked around frantically, and then I saw it…
The brilliantly conceived, but disturbing, 'Everwinter'...