This bowling alley sits vacant, nearly in the middle of nowhere. Climbing through a small entrance in back, I entered into what looked to be a fully functional bowling alley, now abandoned for years.

During the early 1920’s the economy was booming with business in both the textile and steel industry. Stocks were high, dramatically increasing in value topping the 100-point mark in industrial stocks. Clevelanders, as well as many others in the U.S. began to buy in. By this time, in the 1920’s Cleveland was now ranked 5th largest with a population of 796,841.

Welcome to the quaint little town of Brownsville, Pennsylvania. This forgotten town residing in the rust belt is home to about 2,314 residents, and since the year 1983, seems to continue moving further and further downhill.

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The summer of 2013 held some interesting moments in exploring, and there are a few here or there that seem to stick out more than others. This is one of those. While exploring the wonderful and clean streets of Ashtabula, Ohio we wandered upon one of the most quaint little rural churches I have seen in…well…forever because I haven’t seen

A former tractor supply company left behind to be washed away by the passing of time. Tucked back behind brush and surrounded on all sides by fence, this location was a hidden gem residing off the busy streets of a town. Our adventure took place nearing the end of the summer of 2013. Climbing over the fence brought us to

There is a certain kind of feeling you can obtain upon entrance to an old home, left nearly untouched for years and years. This is a feeling that you can’t really get from any other explore and it is hard to perceive until you have experienced it for yourself.

On the opposite side of this enormous factory, a flutter of birds scatters the space above inside a massive control room, surrounding us with the sound of birdsong layered atop a vast silence gripping the forgotten room.

As we stood static beneath the crumbling mural of the apse, a cold wind fluttered in through the openings surrounding us. Where once stained glass was held in place now remain bare frames circling the upper walls, pouring chilled air into the desolate chapel, and down towards the altar like waterfalls into a small oasis. The fluttering of birds fills

I’ve always admired how the sun can greet these structures every day the same as it has since the day they were built onto our Earth, lighting them up in magnificent ways.