Goodbye Pontiac Silverdome 🙁

In the winter of January 2017 I had ventured to the old Sleighton School Village – a place rich with a unique history. The school had originally started been introduced to the state of Pennsylvania as the House of Refuge in Philadelphia in 1826, founded by a group of Quakers. The school would eventually part off into separate boys and

Buffalo’s Central Terminal was an active train station from 1929-1979. The structure was built in Art Deco style, designed by architects Fellheimer & Wagner for the New York Central Railroad. The main building stands 15 stories (271 feet) tall.

I’ve explored numerous industrial facilities across the country, but have never set foot inside something of such immense size and industrial grandeur left to rot.

This abandoned freeway looks out right into Downtown Columbus.

Over the last few years, since the creation of my first book Empty Spaces, and my second book Americana Forgotten, I have often been asked when there will be a book containing my best and most notable photos. Well, I am excited to announce that it’s finally here, and will be released as a limited edition, 200-page hardcover book called “Unbuilt by Time: The World We Once Knew.”

A beautiful structure – wonderful historic architecture, complimented by the natural beauty of disastrous decay.

The track was originally opened by Enoch Staley on May 18, 1947 as a dirt track, right as NASCAR was being fully brought to life. This speedway would eventually come to host some of the most memorable races in NASCAR history.

The beautiful ruins of the Old Sheldon Church. Opened in 1753 for its first service.

Luckily, I was able to witness the smoky mountains before the recent fires, which wiped out a significant portion of the forest. In the Smoky Mountains, not only did you have the picturesque scenery and surroundings creating a natural funhouse for photographers, but you would have received one hell of a package deal if you just so happened to be a photographer whom also enjoys a good explore through forgotten structures. That’s me, by the way (for anyone reading who is unfamiliar with what I do, other than talk about cats.)