Nightmares Revisited Part III

I have already reached the door. It wasn’t exactly difficult to get this far, as all doors so far had been wide open. I had previously been too afraid to even get to this point, now I was feeling just fine. And I was about to enter, for the first time in daylight. Like IJatka lukemista ”Nightmares Revisited Part III”

Nightmares Revisited Part II

After leaving the low wing of the old abattoir, we headed towards the main building, which I had already once visited. A look back towards the direction we had entered the building from. It was supposed to be white, but its skin was peeling. Several Windows were broken. This one looks like it has beenJatka lukemista ”Nightmares Revisited Part II”

Nightmares Revisited part I

More than a year had passed since my drunken nightly visit to the abattoir I was so afraid of. After the visit my nightmares abruptly stopped and the fear was completely gone. I told my colleague about the abattoir, the visit and my desire to further explore the place during daylight hours. She told meJatka lukemista ”Nightmares Revisited part I”

The Place Where My Nightmares Were Made

It had now been more than two years since I saw the abattoir, which sparked my interest towards abandoned buildings. I had tried entering it numerous times, but it came to nothing. I drove to the village, parked my car and walked the last hundred meters just to freeze from fear at the gates. AtJatka lukemista ”The Place Where My Nightmares Were Made”

A Little Too Late

I indeed managed to buy a new camera, not a very good one, but then again, nothing could be worse than the one I had used to document my hometown previously. A while after my purchase, a new road was opened connecting the city center to a suburb previously separated by a railroad. When IJatka lukemista ”A Little Too Late”

A Documentarian in Making

Basically this post is all about me explaining, why I photograph the way I do. But I find it important, so I’ll do it. When I first entered abandoned buildings, it wasn’t about details or excitement. The thrill was actually in seeing, how the places were, before they were completely destroyed. I had found aJatka lukemista ”A Documentarian in Making”

Keimola Motor Stadium

There is a saying, that you can get from any Wikipedia article to the article about Adolf Hitler in just seven clicks. I’ve never managed that. When I read something in Wikipedia, I always find ten interesting hyperlinks, open them and find ten new interesting hyperlinks. The result? I have a hundred interesting tabs openJatka lukemista ”Keimola Motor Stadium”

Making My First Entries

 More than a year had passed since I ran into the abandoned abattoir in my childhood village. I had tried entering it several times, but had always been unsuccessful. I was able to drive to the village, walk towards the place and get to its gates. After that I could only stand. Stand and lookJatka lukemista ”Making My First Entries”

A short story on how I became an urban explorer

For every story there is a beginning. And the beginning to my urban exploration story happened almost 15 years ago in a small village somewhere in Finland.It was almost Christmas, but there was no snow. It was cold, rainy and pitch black, when I traveled with my family to a small village we used toJatka lukemista ”A short story on how I became an urban explorer”