Don't know what urbexing is?
Check out an explanation in this post here as well as other posts in The Urbexing Diaries.
The Urbexing Diaries | Betty
Urbex
The Urbexing Diaries | A Roadside Love Affair
I too easily fall in love with passing scenes I happen to catch while on the road. As they move into-out-of my car window.
From right to left.
Over and over and over.
It will be a reel of content, unnoticed until all of a sudden something sticks out, flickers into focus, and then... it's gone.
But that's all it takes.
A brief moment to notice an idiosyncrasy or odd detail that will lead to a little roadside love affair.
Sometimes these brief vignettes make such an impression on me that I can't shake them for years, even though I only experienced them for a moment.
I suppose it comes from having eyes like a shutter and a mind like a lens.
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A few photos of a little roadside love affair of a house from one of Meagan and I's eastern shore treks a few weeks ago.
See more from these trips here, here, here and here too.
The Urbexing Diaries | An Abandoned Motel
Meagan and I have a mutual love for old motel signs (case in point), and so when we saw this abandoned motel on our eastern shore excursion last week, we of course decided to stop and snap a few pictures.
Don't know what urbexing is?
Check out an explanation in this post here as well as other posts in The Urbexing Diaries.
The Urbexing Diaries | Tommy
We named this spot Tommy.
Because we name all of our abandoned places.
So as to ensure and commemorate their place in our hearts and protection of their whereabouts.
And because, as is always the urbexing code, we take nothing but photographs and leave nothing but footprints.
A few more photos of Tommy can also be seen in this post.
Don't know what urbexing is?
Check out an explanation in this post here as well as other posts in The Urbexing Diaries.
We Searchers
in Photography, Travel
"I am one of the searchers. There are, I believe, millions of us. We are not unhappy, but neither are we really content. We continue to explore life, hoping to uncover its ultimate secret. We continue to explore ourselves, hoping to understand. We like to walk along the beach, we are drawn by the ocean, taken by its power, its unceasing motion, its mystery and unspeakable beauty. We like forests and mountains, deserts and hidden rivers, and the lonely cities as well. Our sadness is as much a part of our lives as is our laughter. To share our sadness with one we love is perhaps as great a joy as we can know - unless it be to share our laughter.
We searchers are ambitious only for life itself, for everything beautiful it can provide. Most of all we love and want to be loved. We want to live in a relationship that will not impede our wandering, nor prevent our search, nor lock us in prison walls; that will take us for what little we have to give. We do not want to prove ourselves to another or compete for love.
For wanderers, dreamers, and lovers, for lonely men and women who dare to ask of life everything good and beautiful. It is for those who are too gentle to live among wolves." — James Kavanaugh || There Are Men Too Gentle to Live Among Wolves
The Urbexing Diaries | Waiting For Fall
There's only fall, and waiting for fall.
It can't come soon enough.
The Urbexing Diaries | Eleanor
in Photography
I thought that this place, while it's not the most recent I've ventured to but definitely my favorite urbexed location thus far, would be the perfect post to kick off a new series I'm introducing on the blog.
The Urbexing Diaries.
What in the world is Urbexing? Essentially it stands for urban exploring. Primarily of places and buildings that are abandoned and have been left behind and long forgotten.
A while back, in an attempt to collectively document all of my instagram posts of my urbexing adventures, I came up with the hashtag: #theurbexingdiaries
But I haven't just been taking *iphone snaps of these escapades and so I decided to start a series here on the blog for all of my digital images as well.
I'll probably have a more in depth post at some point about urbexing and how it works/why I do it, but for now...
This breathtaking plantation home will always be my favorite place that I've urbexed I think.
Even though it's popularity is growing and the magic and mystery of it somewhat diminishes with each new photograph taken and published of it, it's still an incredibly beautiful and striking place that you just can't help but fall in love with and want to be able to capture.
Even despite it's foreboding and almost haunting existence.
When I first saw it in real life, after having seen so many photos of it, it gave my heart a little jump start to be in the presence of it.
The photos truly do not do it justice.
Meagan, my adventure soulmate, also has her post up on her blog from this day as well which you can see here.
Oh and Eleanor? That's what we named it.
Because we name all of our abandoned places.
So as to ensure and commemorate their place in our hearts and protection of their whereabouts.
And because, as is always the urbexing code, we take nothing but photographs and leave nothing but footprints.
*There are also iphone snaps of Eleanor here