Tulsa's Bruce Goff designed zig-zag art deco Tulsa Club Building was bought at auction in April 2013 for $460,000. Originally built in 1927 to house the Tulsa Chamber of Commerce in the bottom five floors and the upper six floors, dormitories, gymnasium, racquetball courts, ballrooms, and rooftop garden for the Tulsa Club's elite members. It's been shuttered since 1994 and was foreclosed on by the city due to neglect.
I found this flicker stream of Odin's Raven has not only regular type photography, but many excellent shots of urban decay. Eminence | Flickr - Photo Sharing!
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Northwest Natural Gas owns it and has been mum when asked about it, numerous times over the last decade. It's not surprising. Plus toxic as hell and they've been dragging their feet to do anything about it.
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River Country: The only permanently closed Disney park ever. Somewhere someone said FL law now bans water parks using natural water sources (must be filtered and chlorinated and such), which this park did back in the day. Still odd that all the property is just rotting on the WDW site. I am surprised they haven't re-purposed it.
Northwest Natural Gas owns it and has been mum when asked about it, numerous times over the last decade. It's not surprising. Plus toxic as hell and they've been dragging their feet to do anything about it.
From what I have heard down here, where the Black Mold grows, it costs more to demolish or do anything at all to a toxic building than it does to just let it rot.
It's not so much that the building itself is toxic, but the various companies that owned the building pumped chemicals into poorly designed holding pools under the ground around the building.
And those pools leach directly into the Columbia Slough, which goes into the Willamette and the Columbia river.
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That's where I grew up, by the Greystone one. (In a normal house, four miles away.)
We had spooky urban legends about that place, the way kids do, about people being whisked away to the asylum in the night and patients escaping and stuff, but I'd never really seen it up close until just now.
Photos of Varosha - a seaside resort on the island of Cyprus.
When the Turks invaded the island in 1974, the resort was cordoned off - and has remained deserted ever since. It still has 1974-era 'new' cars in the abandoned car dealerships. The beach is totally deserted so it might seem like a good place to explore - except that the army patrols have been ordered to shoot on sight.
My parents met at Bell Labs, on this project. I don't know if they were working on this site or one of the other ones, but my dad did work at this one when I was a kid, and used to take me to the office sometimes, so that was always the place I pictured myself going to work when I grew up.
the phrase combines dereliction and vigour in a catchy paradox. Apparently it translates the German word “Ruinenlust”, which sounds like a Teutonic perversion, but is in fact a scholarly term describing the longstanding aesthetic obsession with decay.
At one point he likens our fascination with urban decay to the "memento mori".
Yes, I can relate to that. I am fascinated by the ruins of Kanyaka, about 90 minutes by road from me. Not so much urban decay, certainly not as extensive nor ancient as the remains of Pompeii or Troy, but still an intriguing remnant of a once briefly thriving community. The early settlers did not appreciate the changeability of the weather. One year a third of the sheep in the area died of thirst. In another one of the first two lease holders drowned while trying to save some cattle from the flood. At its height, 40,000 sheep went through its shearing shed and 70 families lived in stone cottages surrounding the owner's dominating abode. That proved to be exceptional. In the long run, the station proved to be economically untenable and was abandoned in 1888. The station had come and gone in about 35 years. Still, looking at the small cemetery, which, while somewhat dishevelled, is obviously tended to even now, draws the mind to what a hive of activity this place once was with its own post office, surgery and so on.
Perhaps on account of the description of the town I was born in? The the second-last paragraph of my first post in this thread briefly outlines my emigration experience to Australia in 1969. I have lived in Sydney for almost twice as long as in my town of birth and in Australia for almost three times longer than in Germany.
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