Apparently the parapet became weak, turning to basically sand from acidic rain, and due to heavy winds was just pushed, literally, over the edge. The sound was like a bomb going off, as a massive 20 foot section of wall came crashing to the streets.

The world sits frozen, as skeletons of tree branches reach up toward the empty white sky. Deep sighs leave the air clouded with a crystallized haze of my breath as I sit, facing the broken glass of a rusted bus window.

All across the country, these former houses of worship now sit empty. As I lean back beneath the crumbling ceilings, behind altars covered in dust, all I can wonder about is the life it must have seen. How many people must have spent so many days inside, walked the aisle or were even wed here?

It’s been a little bit of a wait, and I apologize to everyone for how long it has taken, but wanna make sure everything turns out awesome! I know many have ordered my book, and have been waiting for them to ship out. Things have been hectic, but everything has been set and as I have announced they will be shipping out April 21st! I can’t wait for everybody to receive their copies. I’ve been working on quite a lot since writing this first book, and have made some insane progress with some awesome stuff that I can’t wait to share with you a few months from now!

Have you ever woken up, and in a groggy, clouded state of mind had the slightest thought that it might be an incredibly fun experience to set up camp between rusted relics atop a ground coated in glass shards, surrounded by 80,000 spiders risen from hell, sizing closely to the width of your palm from leg to leg, and swarms of bees so loud you’d think Skrillex was lost in a frenzy, trying to escape through the brush of a forest?

Wait a minute, the Aurora over Lake Erie? You mean the Northern Lights? Near Cleveland? Like, the Northern Lights in the sky? Dude…

The fall of Niagara Falls, New York.

After being arrested here in 2013 it was nice to make a return trip, thankfully not ending in a $280 fine, to finally photograph the very odd forgotten structure of Mike Tyson’s abandoned 1980s mansion.

Trees pushed wildly from foundations, while overgrowth and foliage sprang freely from walls and sidewalks. I walked these lonely, cracking and cluttered streets, imagining this eerie laughter, like children playing.

What leads a family’s decision as they decide to stand up, open their door and walk out, leaving everything behind? Forgotten homes sit scattered across our country like eerie time capsules filled with stories, rotting away under the unforgiving power of nature. What influences some of us in our lives to simply walk away from a place once thriving with so much life and color?