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Left behind in the basement of a home used for staff housing. On the left is a first aid lesson covering wound care. It seems that the binder documents care protocols. The open page covers procedures to be followed when administering and monitoring the use of psychotropic medicines.
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Back in the end of September I visited a place called "1933 Shanghai". It was original built as a slaughter house in (you guessed it...) 1933 but it's currently used as an arts & culture style venue.
Walking around this 4 story concrete art-deco building, you do get some weird vibes. You can tell that the place has seen some stuff and this room is definitely one of the more creepy ones!
Sidenote: I didn't "setup" this scene. I went down to the basement level, walked into a series of connected rooms and came upon this room with the old chair near the window and the pentagram on the wall that looks like it was drawn in blood.
After checking I wasn't about to be jumped by a serial killer and become his latest victim, I knew I had to do a HDR of the place and give it the dark, grungy treatment.
I'm also thinking of doing a full blown tutorial on this shot as this entire post-processing from start to finish is non-destructive. So keep your eye out for that soon!
Only those who attempt the absurd will achieve the impossible.
I think it's in my basement... let me go upstairs and check.
M.C. Escher (1898-1972)
Dundrum Castle is a Norman castle, situated in the town of Dundrum, County Down, Northern Ireland. It was founded in 1177 by John de Courcy, following his invasion of Ulster. The castle, built to control access into Lecale from the west and south, stands on the top of a rocky hill commanding fine views south over Dundrum Bay and the Mourne Mountains, the lands west towards Slieve Croob and the plains of Lecale to the east. The Castle is a State Care Historic Monument in the townland of Dundrum, in Down District Council area, at grid ref: J4047 3700.
De Courcy's original castle may have had defences of earth and timber, but it is probable that the stone curtain wall of the upper ward was built as early as the 1180s. As with other early enclosure walls, there were no towers, but defence was assisted by covered walks along the outside wall-head. An early timber hall may have been sited near the keep, where there is a double-latrine in the curtain wall.
In 1204 de Courcy was expelled from Ulster by Hugh de Lacy who strengthened the castle with a massive round keep, probably employing master masons from the Welsh Marches, where such keeps were then popular. Although much of the second floor of this keep was rebuilt in the fifteenth century, it is clear from the survival of the old fireplace flue and spiral stair that it originally stood at least three storeys high. The basement was used for storage and had a cistern below the first floor, which appears to have been the great chamber for the lord's day-to-day living, while the floor above would have housed his private chamber.
The castle was captured by King John in 1210 and remained Crown property until de Lacy was allowed to return to his Earldom in 1226. It was probably during de Lacy's second tenure as Earl of Ulster (1227-43) that the twin-towered gatehouse, similar to the one at Pembroke Castle, was inserted in the curtain wall. It has a lopsided design with only one projecting tower to protect the approach along a narrow ramp from the south-west.
Basement steps through the window of an abandoned foundation, the house having been destroyed by an EF5 in 2007.
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This photo was taken in my basement with only the light coming in through the two windows in the back. As I took the picture everything in the foreground looked mostly black. I had my camera sitting on top of a ladder because the tripod I had been using belongs to my work and they needed it this weekend.
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Shot this a couple of weeks ago at Ghostfest in Leeds. The guys have released their debut album today entitled “I Wish I Could Stay Here” and it’s a blinder. They’ll be touring the UK this month with Title Fight, make sure you check them out if they’re near you
Dark chapel in the basement of an abandoned monastery.
From the European Trespassers Tour 2012 with Andre Govia, rustysphotography's, Oldskool , Niki Feijen, Daanoe, Marin Widlund and silent witnesses.
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got caught by street light coming through the basement window, late at night. like a spotlight on the old suitcase.
mostly I'm amazed that the camera can register anything at all.
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This shot in the Charley Atlas series is extra curious. This view is more descriptive of the Atlas site and shows a basement beneath the Atlas erection garage. It appears a lot of the trashed structure has been dumped below. The truth is that the open area floor above had a hole for the rocket blast to avoid frying everything in the launch structure. The slant of soil in the basement helped direct the blast outward, this way, into the cement-lined blast trough, bottom-right. Reinforced concrete with strange holes and garage openings were zits from our adolescent face. Were it that the US would ever grow up! Boy George and his Papa George proved that we can't. Media is now repleat with Saudi and Jewish ads lambasting Iran's nuke power program; talk about weird bed fellows! Our Afganistan and Iraqi campaigns worked so very well, that it is time to start another campaign agains Iran! The American poor and middle class can always pay for it while the 1%ers should get a free pass while clipping their war bonds.
These cement structures are curious and curiouser. I maneuvered to capture this shot as best I could at my widest zoom. It was clear that a lot of the steel in the structure was torched off during abandonment. I buzzed around trying to capture the installation's architecture, though essentially stripped. The two story "garage" in the middle was where the Atlas I rockets were stood up in the slot, originally covered by a split, sliding roof. A gantry stood the missles vertically. Phil and I spent some study time on an Atlas site and learned a lot. They hauled the Atlas rockets in sideways and then tipped them up using a crane/gantry. It was empty at that time. One tank was kerosene and the other LOX. They would get a warning and load the kerosene and then the LOX, if the fire command was given, they had 7 minutes to launch but they could not leave fuel in the rocket. Their stainless tanks were thin but needed to be full for structural integrity during launch and flight. No telling how many simulation cyles occured. Atlas mechanical gyros were flaky and were prone to going way off. The Atlas was the only rocket that could boost John Glenn into orbit at the time, but Phil said the odds of disaster was about 25%. God speed, John!
eDDie and I proceeded to capture strange Wyoming under the building sky. I'm all about skies. Skies are the pretty much becoming soup for the day while we crept up on rainfall records in our area. It's clear that there is limited time during the great skies. This series is near the end of the road in Nowhere, Wyoming. This road did not lead to somewhere but rather to something. These premium clouds would soon bite us. I have no idea why we had to travel a dirt road to get to a derelict paved road. It was a toss up which one might have been worse or worser, the road or the structures. We traveled a dirt road to arrive at this peculiar place and found rotting asphalt and concrete. Heaven's Gate or Hell's Gate? Take your pick. We certainly turned up something interesting, of course, eDDie is exceptionally "interesting." I guess the current concept is to bring the ecosystem down slowly instead of in a day with nukes ubtil we attack Iran. The ecosystem will take long eons of recovery here. It would be better to plant soil than bunkers. That looks terrifically needy in this area.
For the longest time I couldn't figure out how to organize the storage room in my basement. A couple days ago I came across these great stickers at Staples and decided to get boxes to sort out all my junk and use the stickers to index them.
Back to the Basement Tapes series:
A little over a year ago I was in Calgary working on a film. The apartment I lived in for six months had a basement that was 'unfinished'...concrete walls, only industrial lights and no furniture...so it seemed like an ideal place for some image-play. The series of images that resulted I originally posted on Fotolog under the title of 'Basement Tapes'. For the first images I used myself in the image...a month later the totally captivating, mesmerizing Qua came to Calgary for a lovely visit and we did a series of images together in the basement....then some really weird shit started to happen. Stay tuned: a series of about thirty images ("reworked" from the original posts)....."The Basement Tapes"
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1850's "mirror mansion" built by identical twins Argalus Isaac and Augustus Ira Foote.
Speculated underground railroad site, Al Capone moonshine still
For years, this old place lie rotting away just a short trip through the woods from my home. I was in it when I was young and later in my teens. I knew it was there but didn't think much of it. Sure I loved old houses - the workmanship and the history - but it wasn't until crazy stories told to me captured my imagination. Stories of secret stairways, underground tunnels, and stories of moonshine and gangsters - then I was curious of the old, boarded up building. Were there tunnels? Was there, truly, rings in the basement walls and blood spattered upon them from some unfortunate incident? Were there bars on the basement windows? There was some truth to some of it, but how much? I headed to the library to seek information.... and the courthouse, many, many times
It was there I learned the story of twin brothers, born in 1817, who shared a deep brotherly love through out their life. It's been said they had a double wedding, Argalus married Adelia, and Augustus married Anna, making a complete foresome of "AF" initials. So close they were, after moving from Massachusetts in the early 1850's, they had constructed a home for two families. One side of the house was the mirror image of the other side just like the brothers themselves. It is said that they furnished their sides the same and that the interior decorating was of the highest quality. Things were good. The brothers farmed their 300 acres (and more) of virgin land and Argalus and Adelia started building their family with sons Andrew, William, and Frank. The place was the pride of the countryside... but fate intervened. Anna Foote died during childbirth just before Christmas, 1855. The little daughter, Mary, followed her mother a few months later. As you can imagine, Augustus was devestated. Suddenly things became unequal between the two. Contrary to what is written out there, the Foote brothers carried on with life despite what was planned to be. Augustus lived with his sister, Sara, and mother, Rebecca, until they both past away as well. Come 1870 census, Augustus no longer lived there. Too much personal tragedy probably drove him away. In his place lived farmhands and a domestic servant or two. Once Argalus' wife past away in 1876, the decision was made to move away. Argalus' three sons had grown and left as well. Everyone moved to Oshkosh and established the Foote Brothers Milling Co. Their home sat empty and became known as "Foote's Folly."
The mansion was bought by a family who raised horses and soon there were stables of fine horses and a racetrack was set up behind the house. Some eleven years later, they moved on, and the place sat empty. The place changed hands numerous times until the present owner bought it in 1934. But just prior to that, the place was one of speculation and concern.
Stories of covered trucks coming and going through the night and gangsters living there had the town of Eureka concerned. Once a place of admiration, now it was a place to avoid. Rumors soon circulated of a machine gun, on a turret, being mounted in the cupola. There were ideas of who they were, and to this day, Al Capone's name comes up. Their time passed there as well.
In 1935, a local women's group held a Halloween tour at the huge place. People came from everywhere for their chance to see the house, something of a legend already. To this day, their names are written on the walls of that time as well as others. So much admiration....
A lot of damage and deterioration came into play after that. Numerous articles in papers were written about it, a few photos taken, but nothing to save it from ruin. The coils and boilers from the moonshine days were lying out by a shed back in the 60's as evidence of it's moonshine days.
Armed with my new found knowledge of the house, I had a entirely new sense of admiration for the place. It was the twins dream house. It was an enormous place and being there, I felt like I was in another era - another time. The structure is - was - quite a place to walk up to. Very massive and overwhelming, yet somewhat personally romantic with it's remaining Italianate gingerbread. It was hauntingly beautiful and I was completely drawn to it.... To imagine what it looked like - to "see" it with all the shutters, windows, and massive front porch. Fantastic...
Investigating it further, I noticed the remains of a carriage loop in the front yard from all those years ago. Inside the 7000 sq ft house were sagging floors covered with falling plaster and busted lathe. Remains of peeling wall and ceiling papers clung to twelve foot ceilings, hand-grained woodwork, ceiling medallions with remains of chandeliers in each of the four parlors, etc. There were two kitchens linked to twin dining rooms graced by huge bay windows. Upstairs there were 9 bedrooms, each with built in show closets, located off a 80ft hallway. The three staircases were open but the spindles were long gone. A hidden flight of steps led to the cupola which was once encased in 16 double hung windows.
The fabled tunnel was no longer open, but found to be mortared shut in the basement and sealed off on the other end. I spoke to a man who tried to dig it out when he was a kid in the 40's. What could be in there? I wonder to this day.... Did the Foote's set a lantern out on the porch years ago for those runaway slaves to spot? Was it another spot along the way towards freedom in Canada? It may forever remain a mystery.
It was a place of broken dreams from another place in time. It became a place riddled with rumors and speculation - a legend in itself. Those who desired to save it, couldn't find a way. A place admired by many but now it faces a fate of it's own. Even the fact of being potentially eligible for National Registry status wasn't enough.
The brothers lived out their lives together in New London, Wi, with Argalus' son, Andrew. It is written in one of their obituaries that, I quote, "they were impossible to tell apart and shared everything through out life. Their minds were but one thought it seems and their pleasures and sorrows were shared together. Their pocketbooks were combined, and neither knew what a quarrel was.That they trusted each other in ways that few brothers ever could. Living into their early '80s, before the time of Augustus' passing it was said they were the oldest surviving twins in the United States." Augustus past away in 1901 and was laid to rest beside his wife and daughter who lives were tragically cut short so many years before, and Argalus, the following year. A short mile away, the family is buried together in a family plot marked by a tall, white spire. The brothers still together just like they had been all their lives.
Basement, Turnstile, Defeater and Colleen Green tour at the Echoplex in Los Angeles, CA.
4.7.16
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Canon AE-1 Program
Canon Lens FD 1:1.8 50mm
Ilford Pan 400
Caffenol C-L, 60min @21C, stand dev, agitations on 30min mark.
Scanned with Plustek 8100
The undead are coming, but I'm ready for them. Flesh and bone reanimated....and as I prophesied, there was a noise, and behold, a rattling; and the bones came together, bone to its bone.
Eight exposure Light Painting. Painted with LED Lenser P14. This is the table that made me who I am today, as a player... For those who know me, they know "He had a table in his basement." As if growing up with a pool table is somehow cheating when it comes to games of the present. As a child it was curse... "Get off the Table!", "Who scratched the Table?", "Who put this dent here?" Now we only look back and laugh about how much trouble we got into because one piece of furniture.
One of very few left. The machine is in ABC's CVCR in the basement of the New York Operations Center.
Basement, Turnstile, Defeater and Colleen Green tour at the Echoplex in Los Angeles, CA.
4.7.16
© Atrossity Photography
A set of toilets, without tanks, in a basement of a reform school in Massachusetts. Nothing too spectacular here, except that it looks like the toilets didn't have stalls at any time. This was a boys restroom, so you'd have to do number two next to your friends. Gods forbid if you were shy. © 2014-Current.