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Dark and misty, veiled in a post-apocalyptic fog, lies Lockwood where collapsing buildings and the rusted hulks of automobiles gradually decay into the weed strewn landscape. Be sure to grab a flashlight before setting out to explore this mysterious and eery timecapsule from a earlier era.
Dear future archaeologists, anthropologists, or historians,
I hope by the time you uncover this Time Capsule, a global swift action to reduce greenhouse gas emissions was implemented and that your global average temperature is only raised by 1.8°F (1°C), instead of the scary 7.2°F (4°C).
I hope your sunset view at Sunset View Overlook at Black Canyon of the Gunnison is as beautiful as mine!
Yours truly,
The Time Encapsulator
PS: No need to look up the word "encapsulator", it only exists in my very own dictionary!
PPS: It's not my globe and I was so tempted to re-position it but doing that would be rude to the owner.
Tyntesfield was saved by the National Trust and is a wonderful timecapsule of Victorian life in a grand house, upstairs and downstairs. It is just outside Bristol near Wraxall in North Somerset. It comes to life in Spring!
Calke abbey appearing through a veil of fog making it even more moody than normal.
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…… We had a 50 mile ride out today to visit a new to us N/Trust property - well worth the trip, we are so lucky to have these wonderful places to peep into lives past, imagine life back in the day and relive some snapshots in time. Spoilt for choice for my #243 shot of the day but I knew when I took the winner that it would be the one! Thanks to N/T & volunteers for a great day out. Alan:-)
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Theresa May told Britain that there was no such thing as a "magic money tree". Apparantly she was mistaken.
The origin of money trees, not uncommon in parts of Yorkshire, are believed to date back to pagan times when people believed mystical spirits lived in trees and by making offerings to the trees people would benefit from wisdom, healing and insight. It is a similar tradition to that of throwing coins into running water, fountains or wishing wells.
But the first recorded instance of a money tree where a fallen branch had coins hammered in seems to date to the 1700’s in Scotland near Argyll. Queen Victoria even mentioned there being one near Gairloch in the Highlands in one of her diary entries.
The belief associated with money trees seems to come from the folklore that you could rid yourself of an illness by hammering a coin into a tree. But conversely if someone took a coin out from one of the trees that they would fall ill. This then evolved with people believing that they would be granted a wish if they drove a coin past the bark into the tree’s wood.
Vintage tram at the Black Country Museum, Dudley.
Interesting place, I have visited once before as a child with family, so It was nice to go back. Lot's to see. It's also made me want to watch Peaky Blinders..
Hopefully next time I go the trams will be out!
I do love to see places like this, I find it quite fascinating going back in time for a few hours.
an empty gas pump in the vast desert, a silent witness to days long gone. the wind whispers through the dry grass, carrying stories of travelers who never came back. time stands still here, under the endless sky. loneliness lingers, wrapped in golden light and fading memories. a place lost between nowhere and yesterday.
one of the canals in Strasbourg's historic centre called Petite France. It definitely looks like time was in a closed capsule and nothing has changed (besides fancy night lighting) ;)
HMM!
This pocket watch is in a capsule-like box that I just cracked open to take the image...
Slow exposure in natural light, hence the multiple second-hands on the left
On April 27th the Eisenbahnmuseum Hamm ran trips with their beautiful V200 and Umbauwagen set on the equally beautiful Hönnetalbahn in the Sauerland region. I was due to fly to Turkey for a business trip the next morning but having never shot a V200 I had to make the effort. Here the last trip of the day roars out of Balve station. The sound of the Maybach powered loco departing upgrade has grabbed the attention of two kids biking over the bridge above. There was not much here to spoil the pure Bundesbahn timecapsule.
After this I would myself get back on my bike and head back to Binolen for a last shot and then board the train as the first part of the long slog back to Mainz.
Shelter-in-place time capsule - Our Daily Challenge
Egg-ceptional! for Smile on Saturday
2 - Social distancing, for ATSH
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a forgotten gas station under the scorching desert sun. the rusted sign stands as a silent witness to a time long gone. no cars, no people – just the wind and the distant mountains. the road stretches endlessly, leading nowhere. everything here feels abandoned, frozen in time. a scene of quiet desolation and nostalgia, like a memory that refuses to fade.
This incredible spot is like a time capsule where an old woman lovingly collects and preserves treasures from the past. From vintage clothing to antique paintings, handmade dolls to classic straw hats – every item tells a story of days gone by. ️👒🎻
Walking through this place feels like flipping through the pages of history, with each object whispering secrets of a simpler time.
Would you visit a place like this? Let us know what vintage treasures you’d love to find! 💭👇
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There are places that time forgets. Not because they vanish, but because they stay. They remain rooted while everything around them shifts—like a motel porch in the shadow of a skyline, or a rusted sign still promising cable TV in a world that streams everything.
This place doesn’t belong. Not to the polished rhythm of the city, not to the glass-and-steel ambition that surrounds it. It’s too slow, too sentimental, too analog. It creaks where others hum. It invites pause in a culture of motion.
And yet—somehow—it belongs more than ever.
It belongs because it reminds us of what permanence feels like. Because in a world obsessed with reinvention, it dares to remain. It belongs to the quiet moments we forget to seek: the hush of a porch at dusk, the faded warmth of wood touched by decades of weather and memory. It belongs to the stories that don’t need hashtags or algorithms to matter.
This place is a contradiction. It’s a relic, yes—but also a refuge. A space where the past isn’t erased, just folded gently into the present. Where the old chair still waits, the plant still grows, and the air still holds the scent of something familiar.
To stand here is to feel time differently. Not as a line, but as a layering. A collage of what was and what still is. And in that layering, this place finds its power—not in relevance, but in resonance.
It doesn’t belong. And that’s exactly why it does.
The Békéscsaba to Szeged line is a great timecapsule of classic Hungarian railways with many semaphore equipped stations and nearly hourly trains powered by unremotorized M41s. With the rumored purchase of the former DSB ME class diesels, the days of the last unrebuilt M41s could be drawing to a close. Or maybe not, change seems slow to reach Hungary but nothing lasts forever. The TRAXX diesel powered freight I saw later in the day was a clear reminder of that.....
Kútvölgy station, northern exit signals.
An Iwate Development Railway DD56 powers an empty limestone train up the grade past Choanji Station, roughly halfway between the mine, and the cement plant.
Choanji Station was one of five passenger stations back when the IDR also operated passenger trains. Operations ended in 1992 due to lack of ridership, leaving its freight division to continue using this line. Today, some of the stations still exist as they were when they were first built in the 1930s.
Iwate Development Railway
IDR DD5601
Choanji, Iwate Pref., Japan
Bree sat in front of the now open time capsule, letter in hand and the puzzle box at her feet. "Halfway to light,
Halfway to dark,
Halfway to man,
Halfway to wolf,
At the Last Quarter tap me once, tap me twice,
At the Witching Hour, I shall shine my light.
Upon a stone Elk,
Rode by stone lady fair,
Might I reveal the key to opening my snare." she recited the inscribed riddle for the umpteenth time over the past week. "What does it mean, halfway to light and dark? Ugh!" the prefect exclaims, switching the letter for the box to examine. "Forget the firsties, YOU will be the end of my sanity!"
Cottage time Capsule
Don't forget about the video!!
In this week's video we have an abandoned house that has sat empty for at least 20 years! Likely built in the early 1900s the house has generous dark stained wood throughout covering both the walls and the ceilings and even tin ceilings upstairs. Everything the former occupants owned has been left behind and it seems as though most of it is from the 50s to the 70s. There are also a few other buildings on the property, including a log cabin which would have served as a guest house, another log structure, a garage and a shed that have both been built right into the hillside. A very unique property indeed with so much left behind!
Would you like to live in a house like this? Let me know in the comments!!
I was visiting Coventry, England and I happened to see this older part of town. I thought it was fascinating. it looked almost like a time capsule from the England of 150 years ago. I later learned that many sites like this one, that had been damaged during WWII, had been preserved as they were. as a memorial to the people who had died there.
Where every shadow holds a story. A Brussels memory in black and white.
📍 Rue de la Violette 22, Brussels, Belgium
IN ENGLISH BELOW THE LINE
El municipi de Castellar de la Ribera, com la majoria de municipis del Solsonès, no té nucli urbà. El màxim que s'acosta a això és on hi ha l'església, les restes del castell i l'actual ajuntament. Però no és un nucli urbà, perquè només hi ha dues cases més.
Això sí, l'actual ajuntament, a Cal Sastre (l'edifici de la esquerra), està on l'antiga escola rural del municipi va establir-se entre el 1926 i 1974. Per sort, quan va deixar de funcionar, va quedar tot tancat i immobilitzat com una màquina del temps fins que fou posat en valor cap al any 2000. Actualment es pot visitar com a Museu de l'Escola Rural (i franquista); només es pot visitar previa reserva, lògicament. Fins i tot varem tenir la sort de ser acompanyats en la visita per una antiga alumna que hi va anar als anys 50.
Ens va explicar com la majoria d'alumnes caminaven 1 o 2 hores cada dia per anar a escola (i despres tornar), ja que tot el poblament consisteix en masies aillades. Ah, i diumenge tornaven a fer el mateix camí... per anar a misa!
castellarribera.ddl.net/turisme-1/descobreix-nos/museu-es...
ca.wikipedia.org/wiki/Castellar_de_la_Ribera
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The municipality of Castellar de la Ribera, like most municipalities in Solsonès, does not have a proper village center. The closest that comes to this is where the church, the remains of the castle and the current town hall are. But it is not an urban center, because there are only two other houses.
In the current town hall, in Cal Sastre (the building to the left), is where the old school of the municipality was established between 1926 and 1974. Fortunately, when it stopped working, everything was closed and immobilized like a time capsule until it was rediscovered and valued around the year 2012. It can currently be visited as the Museum of the Rural (and Francoist) School; it can only be visited by reservation, of course. We were even lucky enough to be accompanied on the visit by a former student who went there in the 50s. She told us how most of the children walked through the forests everyday for 1 or 2 hours (and then back) to go to school, as most of them lived in lonely manors (masies). And then in Sunday they did the same trip... to go to mass!