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Shooting photos of decrepit
old buildings has become one of the most meaningful experiences
of my life. I think I never truly realized that there was anything
missing in my life, until I experienced visiting my first setof
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| I felt a special inner peace that I had previously never before
experienced. Surrounded by peeling paint, inside a building that
once contained human examples of life's extremes, I marvel at
life. These huge, often frightening buildings fascinate me.Inside
these walls I meditate and bask in the elegance and sometimes
opulence of their majestic states of decay.
I do hope that I can share my experiences so others might feel
similar feelings of peace and fulfillment.
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Additionally, I also hope to address major issues with the way
our society handles its “other citizens," those with
developmental or psychological disabilities. Archived stories of
patient abuse, reflections shared by staff members and especially |
| ex-patients, and old patient files that are often left strew
about in old building, all fascinate me. There is definitely something
to be learned here. We should not forget those who have been pushed
aside (behind walls, stowed far from us in asylums and other facilities)
and hidden from view. Our neighbors, our family members, our co-workers
(sometimes even the institution staff members,) and sometimes
we, ourselves, can end up in institutions.
As a society we cannot ignore these realities.
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Please enjoy the photos and anecdotes, and please feel absolutely
free to contribute with photos of your own, comments on blogs/photos/articles/books,
stories from these institutions, reflections and even just encouragement.
Thank you for allowing me to share my experiences with you.
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I welcome you to CathedralsOfDecay.com |
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