The Cottage by the Closed Road

A beautiful summer day was turning towards the evening, the sun was setting, and the shadows were getting longer. I had found out that a small abandoned house lay in a very remote location, and decided to go have a look, if it was still around. Not only was the location very remote, it wasJatka lukemista ”The Cottage by the Closed Road”

Same Old Villa, Different Colours Part III

The upstairs was a maze, and now that its windows had been boarded shut, it was a dark maze. As I had been here before, I actually knew what to expect. It was the details I was after. The dialogue between the taggers continued. ”Please keep up just a little more”, one begs. ”Fuck no”,Jatka lukemista ”Same Old Villa, Different Colours Part III”

Same Old Villa, Different Colours Part II

Moving around the villa had been easy and quiet during my previous explorations. Now it was quite the opposite. Vandals had destroyed places so badly, that you had to constantly mind your step. There was rubble from the smashed floor tiles everywhere. There was wood, ther was glass. And we were equipped with just lightJatka lukemista ”Same Old Villa, Different Colours Part II”

Same Old Villa, Different Colours Part I

Leaving town meant also saying goodbye to all the familiar urbex locations I had explored during the past few years. One which I was especially fond of was the modernist villa in Toppila. Since my previous visit the surroundings of the villa had changed a lot. A new temoprary service road had been punctuated inJatka lukemista ”Same Old Villa, Different Colours Part I”

Respect My Authority

When I returned from my holiday to Lisbon, I had made an important decision. This was to be my last summer in the north of Finland. I had never wanted to move there in the first place, and I had been trying to leave as soon as I got there. Ten years had passed, andJatka lukemista ”Respect My Authority”

Deserted Lisbon

In early May I booked a week in Lisbon to go see a friend. Another holiday, another country, another beautiful town with lots of old buildings, beautiful architecture and rich history. I spent my days taking long, aimless walks, eating local food in restaurants where they didn’t speak English and visiting tourist attractions. But ofJatka lukemista ”Deserted Lisbon”

An Empty Castle

Towards the end of the year I visited Riga. It wasn’t my first time in the town, and I even managed to book a hotel room from the same side of town as on my previous visit around two years previously. As I had been here before, I knew all the bars, restaurants, museums andJatka lukemista ”An Empty Castle”

A Sleeping Beauty

Another of my favourite things was taking long bike tours along the river splitting my home town. One of my routes took me through a quiet suburban area, which was rather upper class. I had been biking the same route for around six years and a small villa had caught my eye. It was darkishJatka lukemista ”A Sleeping Beauty”

Using Faulty Exhaust as a Guiding Light

In June came the time to take my beloved car to its yearly checkup. Despite its rather high 14 year age, it was in a rather good shape. Or so I thought. Everything was well, until it was time to check the emissions. At that point the inspector said I had no chance of gettingJatka lukemista ”Using Faulty Exhaust as a Guiding Light”

Destroy the Press Part III

A look from the balcony towards the editorial office reveals, that the mushroom like thing in the middle still remains. The clock has stopped, though. A view from the other corner. Although things still look pretty intact, the demolition has progressed rapidly. Correct me if I’m wrong, but isn’t this a vending machine for condoms?Jatka lukemista ”Destroy the Press Part III”