Ladytime at Love Canal

Exploring the toxic wasteland of Love Canal in Niagara Falls, NY was my sister’s idea. She wanted to research the barren remains of the 1950’s industrial chemical dumping ground for an upcoming writing project, and of course Amanda and I couldn’t wait to join her.

Online research told us that the abandoned houses had been demolished a few years back, so we weren’t sure what we’d see. Fields? Barbed wire? Angry hoards of cyclopean feral cats?

Here’s what a March, 2015 visit held in store for three creepin’ babes with cameras. Enjoy!

Welcome to Love Canal!

Welcome to Love Canal!

Fences? Check.

Fences? Check.

Barricades? Check.

Barricades? Check.

Circling turkey vultures? Check.

Circling turkey vultures? Check.

Wait, a house?

Wait, a house?

A CONDEMNED house!

A CONDEMNED house!

A locked side door.

A locked side door.

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A pane of the glass.

Just inside the porch door (the only one that allowed entry).

Just past the porch door (the only one that allowed entry).

The garage was wide open and held many treasures.

The garage was wide open and held many treasures.

A trunk in the main part of the garage.

A trunk in the main part of the garage.

The trunk held a few old photos and greeting cards, some written in German.

The trunk held a few old photos and greeting cards, some written in German.

What's up?

What’s up? A ladder in the back room of the garage.

Cat food cans abound.

Cat food cans abound.

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In the garage’s back room.

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Fun and games.

Turning back time.

Turning back time.

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The Family That Creeps It Together, Keeps It Together

Last week I indulged in five days of shenanigans in Rochester, NY. Why the hell would I endure the frozen tundra of the Empire State in March, you ask?

1. The biggest reason? Family time. I was born and raised in the area, and my parents still live in the house we moved into when I was a baby. My sister and her husband live in Rochester as well, and the fact that my brother (from San Diego) was there at the same time was a major bonus.

2. Sometimes you need to break up your routine a little bit, to “sharpen the saw” as they say. To devote a few days to recreation and doing things you normally wouldn’t do. I think they call this a “vacation”.

3. Creepin’. Going to the brand new, gigantic mausoleum at Holy Sepulchre Cemetery was actually my dad’s idea. The man has been known to take some pretty creepy photos of Rochester’s cemeteries over the last several decades, and I think it pleases him to see his eldest child following in his (nosy, mischievous) footsteps.

4. Great friends, good eats, and quirky, off-the-beaten-path shopping.

Now, for a whirlwind tour of two of Rochester’s most intriguing cemeteries, plus some family history to boot…

Mt. Hope Cemetery

It was raining when I stopped by Mt. Hope Cemetery on Thursday morning, so I didn’t get too many shots this time around. No biggie — I go there every time I visit Rochester.

Mt. Hope Cemetery

Brrrr, cold! – at Mt. Hope Cemetery

Through the broken back window of a small mausoleum in Mt. Hope.

Through the broken back window of a small mausoleum in Mt. Hope.

The following photos are from our adventures at Holy Sepulchre. A Catholic cemetery, Holy Sepulchre is broken up into two sections located across the street from each other. The section where my grandparents are buried is newer, and Catholic iconography appears on these markers and monuments to a noticeable — dare I say oppressive? — degree. The older section across the street is impressively Victorian in its styling, complete with breathtaking statuary and ornate family monuments sprinkled with moss and lichen. Despite the freezing temperatures, I was in heaven.

Inside the Christ Our Light Mausoleum. Brand new, we estimated between 100 and 200 spots were occupied or had been spoken for. How long will it take to fill this place up?

Inside the Christ Our Light Mausoleum. Brand new and a massive three stories, we estimated between 100 and 200 spots were occupied or had been spoken for. How long will it take to fill this place up?

Inside a niche, awaiting ashes.

Inside a niche, awaiting ashes.

The mausoleum's chapel.

The mausoleum’s chapel.

I avoid posting selfies on hObsessions, but I found this one fitting. Empty glass-front niches, waiting for cremains.

I avoid posting selfies on hObsessions, but I found this one fitting. Empty glass-front niches, waiting for cremains.

At the newer, super Catholic side of Holy Sepulchre. This is their version of what I call a "pretty lady".

At the newer, super Catholic side of Holy Sepulchre. This is their version of what I call a “pretty lady”.

Then we searched for our paternal and maternal grandparents…

Grandpa

Grandpa

Grandma

Grandma

Grandpa's casket was here for forty years by itself, until Grandma's urn was placed on top of it. My sister and I were discussing what we remember about it: pink marble with roses on top.

Grandpa’s casket was here for forty years by itself, until Grandma’s urn was placed on top of it. My sister and I were discussing what we remember about it: pink marble with roses on top.

Our tasks completed on the new side of the cemetery, the next morning we made our way to the older side of Holy Sepulchre…

I am in love with her.

I think I’m in love.

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I am lichen this more and more.

I am lichen this more and more.

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Oh deer! Our four-legged friends love a good graveyard. We saw seven more in Forest Lawn Cemetery in Buffalo the next day. Stay tuned for more Western New York adventures of a creeptastic nature!

Oh deer! Our four-legged friends love a good graveyard. We saw seven more in Forest Lawn Cemetery in Buffalo the next day. Stay tuned for more Western New York adventures!

* A special thanks to our friend Amanda who joined in on our family creep fest. Incidentally, she blogs about bath and body care products at The Soap Lady, which is brilliantly named after a saponified mummy on display at the Mutter Museum in Philadelphia.

Friday the 13th in Kelso: An Analog Annal

Kelso, CA, March 2015.

We were creepin’ in the abandoned house when the battery in my Rebel T2i conked out. I grabbed my Polaroid from the back seat and loaded it with a fresh cartridge of black and white round frame goodness. Here are all eight shots from that pack, fuck-ups and all…

Kinda, huh?

YES

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7-UP

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So Tired

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🙂

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Oodles of Poodles

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MOM

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Shake the Shot

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Back Door Cam

Now You Cima, Now You Don’t

Jon and I hadn’t realized we’d experienced Cima until after we’d already taken photos of the desert-worn ruins, train cars and shrine — and continued on down the desolate road, finding a whole lot of nothing in our path. That’s how small and unassuming this southern California ghost town really is.

We were there for a few hours in the early afternoon of Friday the 13th, March of 2015. Infrequent cars and motorcycles whizzed by on their way to somewhere else, while passing trains and a friendly kangaroo rat supplied the bulk of the activity. Other than that — despite the presence of a nearby compound surrounded by barbed wire fencing and large pipes — we failed to spy a single soul (shotgun wielding or otherwise).

After our adventures in Cima, the Shenanigods led us to Kelso, CA. I hope to have those photos posted within the next week, so please check back when you can. Thanks, and enjoy!

Collapsed ruins.

Collapsed ruins and enough lens flare to make J.J. Abrams blush.

Melted glass.

Melt-i media.

Tetanus fest.

Tetanus fest.

Someone was hot in bed.

Someone was hot in bed.

Hole-y shit!

Hole-y shit!

This shrine bears no identifying markers.

The shrine bears no identifying markers.

If you Google "Cima California shrine" you can view the different offerings placed here over the years.

If you Google “Cima California shrine” you can view the different offerings placed here over the years.

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Cima, California shrine offerings.

Bunny, bottle, dental floss.

Bunny, bottle, dental floss.

A wind chime hangs from the massive Joshua Tree.

A wind chime hangs from the massive Joshua Tree.

Choo choo!

Choo choo!

Piles of wire at "the compound".

Piles of wire at “the compound”.

Roaches and mattress springs will outlive us all.

Roaches and mattress springs will outlive us all.

A old trailer! Can we see inside?...

An old trailer! Can we see inside?…

Noted...

Noted…

An unlocked door, then this.

An unlocked door, then rat poop a-go-go!

Trailer trash.

Trailer trash.

Now that's what I call bad aim.

Now that’s what I call bad aim.

Ding Dongs R Us

Ding dongs.

Details.

Details.

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I was kind of obsessed with this red fire extinguisher.

The end?…

About hObsessions

Hobbies-Turned-Obsessions. I seek out cemeteries, urban decay, beautiful old things and the random oddity. Words and images follow.

After years of blogging about mostly work-related subject matter, the need has arisen for a personal thought depository of sorts.

Sweet Jesus, this is going to be random.

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