One of my newer obsessions is abandoned places. Derelict buildings with peeling paint and some grunge. The hard part is finding places that are truly abandoned and I can explore without getting arrested. But so far, so good.
One of my favorites is the Kansas City Workhouse. It's one of the first places that Matt and I went to together. I believe the conversation went: "Wanna go to an abandoned workhouse that was built by it's prisoners?" And his response: "Sure!"
So away we went.
It's completely covered in an ever-changing mosaic of graffiti, grown up with weeds and trees, the roof long gone, it's open to the elements. I had driven by it a couple of times, but being alone, I couldn't muster the courage to go exploring the interior though it's accessible near a busy road and seems to not be patrolled by anyone, police or otherwise. A perfect entry-level abandoned place.
One of my favorites is the Kansas City Workhouse. It's one of the first places that Matt and I went to together. I believe the conversation went: "Wanna go to an abandoned workhouse that was built by it's prisoners?" And his response: "Sure!"
So away we went.
It's completely covered in an ever-changing mosaic of graffiti, grown up with weeds and trees, the roof long gone, it's open to the elements. I had driven by it a couple of times, but being alone, I couldn't muster the courage to go exploring the interior though it's accessible near a busy road and seems to not be patrolled by anyone, police or otherwise. A perfect entry-level abandoned place.
Check out the tree growing around the metal beam! |
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