You May Look But You May Not Enter

The summer was over, leaves fell and darkness poured to Finland. I returned to my studies and the days were now so short, that you really couldn’t consider any photography realated adventured at all. Not that I had anything to photograph. My friends hadn’t tipped me about any new abandoned placess, and the ones IJatka lukemista ”You May Look But You May Not Enter”

A Grand Piece of Sawdusty History Part IV

Here’s another shot of the alleyway between the planing mill on the left and the power plant on the right. As you can see, the day was beautiful for photography. Almost too beautiful, as the sun was constantly in the way. This close up of the planing mill shows the fire damage pretty clearly. TheJatka lukemista ”A Grand Piece of Sawdusty History Part IV”

A Grand Piece of Sawdusty History Part III

I believe the bridge was used as support for cabling between the planing mill and the power station. This is just a guess, but it was so weak, I couldn’t think of any other use for it. Like the planing mill, the power station was pretty much smashed. The planing mill could be seen throughJatka lukemista ”A Grand Piece of Sawdusty History Part III”

A Grand Piece of Sawdusty History Part II

Upstairs we go then. As you can see, it was a very bright spring day outside. There wasn’t much graffiti downstairs, but upstairs was a different story. I especially like the mad spongebob breaking through the wall. I also wonder, why they had a railway track upstairs and why a wall was built right acrossJatka lukemista ”A Grand Piece of Sawdusty History Part II”

A Grand Piece of Sawdusty History Part I

In the early 20th century a local railway station manager founded a sawmill in an island in front of a village called Martinniemi some 30 kilometers from the city of Oulu. After years of financial problems, a bancrupcy and several ownership changes, the sawmill got new owners, a fresh start and an expansion. In theJatka lukemista ”A Grand Piece of Sawdusty History 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”

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”

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”