Well…I ate a tick.

A decommissioned missile base hides tucked away within the heavily forested Florida Keys. Looking down the old SR-905 in Key Largo, you can barely see the crumbling remains of a former radar site, rusting to dust between hectic overgrowth. The three radars found at this site were the target ranging radar, target tracking radar and the missile tracking radar.

It’s sad, knowing that somewhere along the lives of this home’s former inhabitants, these discs were buried beneath the mess and left behind. I will only post this one image and a single video from the discs, as I do not want to post everything, but rather find the source of these discs.

Just what is it about our attitudes, which makes us so quick to forget?
Often, our beautiful structures to which we were once so attached, become nothing more than a lousy mess.

It has been so incredible that I have actually had the chance to do so many things that I never thought I would actually be able to do. I can’t say thank you enough to everybody who has supported me so much in these journeys, so that I can continue to create and share with the world.

The former Sonny’s Beach marina and vacation community now sits collecting rust as it slowly falls apart into the dirt. Dust sits still, layered thickly across counters and tabletops inside empty vacation cabins, while family’s items lay scattered everywhere.

Built in 1875 to house the poor of Knox County, this Victorian era beauty was actually ranked as one of the largest buildings in not only the county, but the entire state of Ohio – this title was not held for long however.

An almost forgotten village remains shattered along hillsides, tucked away in the quiet state of Pennsylvania. Since the late 1700s, Pennsylvania has hosted a heavy mining industry throughout the entire state. Mine operations for this particular, almost-forgotten town began in the late 1890s – when life was simpler and most of the country’s population would tend to worry and fear

For over 30 years, the old Circle Line V has sat rusting away at the mouth of the Ohio River; a nearly forgotten vessel. First departing in 1902, coming from Wilmington, Delaware, the ship was captained by railroad executive, J. Rogers Maxwell – a passionate yachter. Originally named the Celt, this 180-foot-long, steam-powered boat would experience many name changes throughout its wild and interesting life.

The thing is, the attraction to these somber scenes – the strange, emotional draw from standing within the eerie atmosphere of all of these abandoned spaces, or even seeing them visually represented is still a largely unexplained emotion called Kenopsia.