…or, for those not fluent in Icelandic, Thingvellir. It was where the Viking clans convened annually for almost a thousand years in order to govern their island. About an hour’s drive from Reykjavik, it’s a seismically active rift valley crisscrossed with gorges and waterfalls, one of which is pictured here. Continue reading Þingvellir
East St. Louis, Illinois Continue reading Temple
A view of the long-shuttered Armour meatpacking plant outside St. Louis. Continue reading Welcome to East St. Louis
Abandoned Saskatchewan farmhouse, dusk. Continue reading
All the seeming of an explosion frozen in space. Continue reading Meteor Belt
We’ve recently addressed the trope of Lonely Chair; today, we examine the Dilapidated Piano. The piano, when it ceases to function as an instrument of music, acts as a beacon to vandals, the results of whose activities serve the urbex photographer in presenting scenes of pathos and despair. Presented below is a typical example of … Continue reading The Unbearable Wretchedness of Pianos
A cloudbow appears over Castle Butte, southern Sakatchewan. Continue reading Does This Make My Butte Look Gay?
Farm machinery rusts in a ghost town on the plains of Saskatchewan. Continue reading The Ghost of Tractors Past
The sun sinks behind a statue at Metairie cemetery outside New Orleans. Continue reading Follow the Sun
Any genre will have its cliches, and urbex photography is no exception. The trope of the Lonely Chair appears as a focal point in many shots of abandonment and ruin. Still, ideas don’t become cliche unless they have an appeal, and I put it to you that a Lonely Chair standing as eternal witness to … Continue reading Wherefore the Chair?
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