24 Photos From New York: An Analog Annal

This November I spent a week hanging out with family and friends in Rochester and Buffalo, New York. Photography-wise, I purposely left my DSLR at home so I would be forced to use the Polaroid Spectra and 600 I had packed.

This post includes shots from Holy Sepulchre Cemetery (Rochester), Mount Hope Cemetery (Rochester), Thomas E. Burger Funeral Home (Hilton), University of Rochester, Eastman Kodak (Rochester), Forest Lawn Cemetery (Buffalo), and the abandoned aqueduct and subway tunnels of Rochester. I’m really happy with how they turned out. Enjoy!

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Double Exposure Inside the Christ Our Light Mausoleum at Holy Sepulchre Cemetery

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Double Exposure of My Grandparents’ Marker at Holy Sepulchre Cemetery

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Mom at Grandma and Grandpa’s Grave in Holy Sepulchre Cemetery

Images from Mount Hope Cemetery:

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Doug Showing Dad the Horse Drawn Hearse at Thomas E. Burger Funeral Home

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Outside an Old U of R Tunnel, Expired Film, Photo by Deena Viviani

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Tunnel Window Figure, U of R Campus, Expired Film

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Inside the U of R Tunnel, Expired Film

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Tunnel Cat, U of R, Expired Film

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Double Exposure, George Eastman’s Monument, Kodak Park

Images from Forest Lawn Cemetery:

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Abandoned Subway Tour

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Abandoned Subway

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Double Exposure Abandoned Subway and Arch

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Precarious Walkway at the Aqueduct

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Orbiting Baker: Zyzzyx, Rock-A-Hoola, and Daggett Pioneer Cemetery

Jon and I spent quite a while exploring Arne’s Royal Hawaiian Motel in Baker, but we still made time during our Southern California jaunt to satisfy our other creepin’ curiosities.

What’s off Zyzzyx Road, you ask? We’re going back to explore the structures; until then, here are some photos from the salt flats:

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Plus a few from Instagram, featuring Jon:

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IMG_20150508_215759After Baker we found our way to Rock-A-Hoola/Lake Dolores water park. The photos are few, but I will say this: You know you’ve made it in urbex when you’re chased off property by a trailer-dwelling gentleman and his barking dog.

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rockahoola3loresOur last stop of the day was Daggett Pioneer Cemetery. The juxtaposition of ornately decorated modern graves surrounded by older graves belonging to miners and other townsfolk made for a visually (and historically!) interesting afternoon.

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Train!

Train!

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daggett12loresUntil next time…

Mid-Century Creepin’ in Baker

It’s challenging to find gobs of information online about Arne’s Royal Hawaiian Motel in Baker, CA.

A recent real estate listing states that the expansive property was an active motel from 1957 through 2009. Progressive photos and videos posted online show a noticable decline in upkeep since the property last sheltered a registered guest, however everything about the place — from the peeling palms painted on the side of the main structure to the waterless pool dominating the concrete courtyard — still suggests a carefree vacation on California desert soil.

Not long ago Jon and I visited Baker to stock up on delicious Alien Jerky. It turns out we were the aliens, traveling through space and time and ending up here…

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I developed a deep fascination with the multitude of old chairs strewn about the place.

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Bunny in the pool.

Bunny in the pool.

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Before '50 Shades of Grey' we had 'Jailbait & The Studs', copyright 1983.

Before ’50 Shades of Grey’ we had ‘Jailbait & The Studs’, copyright 1983.

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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.

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

Friday the 13th in Kelso: A Digital Diary

After Jon and I visited Cima, CA, we made our way to Kelso. This ghost town also has active railway tracks running through it, and attracted far more tourists than our previous stop had.

We checked out some old west exhibits at the museum and were hoping to find some chow at the depot’s restaurant, but alas, it’s closed until further notice. A dozen or so random people wandered around the area surrounding the depot/museum and the abandoned post office across the street.

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Yup, it’s an old post office.

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Upon closer inspection, we discovered that the post office’s two large front windows served as a mass grave for unfortunate birds and insects.

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On an old hearth next to the post office. 

After playing post office, we decided to double back and visit an abandoned house we saw just down the road.

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The front porch.

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The small amount of graffiti on the walls was actually rather pleasant.

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All the best things: broken windows, old doors, peeling wallpaper, and a ceiling that now serves as a floor.

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I a-door this room.

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The Fates

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I was happy to see so much silly, vintage wallpaper still stubbornly clinging to the walls.

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A surprisingly colorful view from the back room.

A surprisingly colorful view from the back room.

The only person who approached us during our shenanigans was a park ranger who wanted to make sure we weren’t causing trouble. We asked her about local cemeteries (as we hadn’t seen any in Cima or Kelso). She told us she had heard of one where Chinese immigrants who built the railroad were buried, but she didn’t know where it was exactly. I suspect this may be the one she was talking about. I know where I’ll be creepin’ next time I’m in Kelso!

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.

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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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