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The Urbexing Diaries | Betty
Eastern Shore
The Urbexing Diaries | A Roadside Love Affair
I too easily fall in love with passing scenes I happen to catch while on the road. As they move into-out-of my car window.
From right to left.
Over and over and over.
It will be a reel of content, unnoticed until all of a sudden something sticks out, flickers into focus, and then... it's gone.
But that's all it takes.
A brief moment to notice an idiosyncrasy or odd detail that will lead to a little roadside love affair.
Sometimes these brief vignettes make such an impression on me that I can't shake them for years, even though I only experienced them for a moment.
I suppose it comes from having eyes like a shutter and a mind like a lens.
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A few photos of a little roadside love affair of a house from one of Meagan and I's eastern shore treks a few weeks ago.
See more from these trips here, here, here and here too.
The Urbexing Diaries | An Abandoned Motel
Meagan and I have a mutual love for old motel signs (case in point), and so when we saw this abandoned motel on our eastern shore excursion last week, we of course decided to stop and snap a few pictures.
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The Urbexing Diaries | Tommy
We named this spot Tommy.
Because we name all of our abandoned places.
So as to ensure and commemorate their place in our hearts and protection of their whereabouts.
And because, as is always the urbexing code, we take nothing but photographs and leave nothing but footprints.
A few more photos of Tommy can also be seen in this post.
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We Searchers
in Photography, Travel
"I am one of the searchers. There are, I believe, millions of us. We are not unhappy, but neither are we really content. We continue to explore life, hoping to uncover its ultimate secret. We continue to explore ourselves, hoping to understand. We like to walk along the beach, we are drawn by the ocean, taken by its power, its unceasing motion, its mystery and unspeakable beauty. We like forests and mountains, deserts and hidden rivers, and the lonely cities as well. Our sadness is as much a part of our lives as is our laughter. To share our sadness with one we love is perhaps as great a joy as we can know - unless it be to share our laughter.
We searchers are ambitious only for life itself, for everything beautiful it can provide. Most of all we love and want to be loved. We want to live in a relationship that will not impede our wandering, nor prevent our search, nor lock us in prison walls; that will take us for what little we have to give. We do not want to prove ourselves to another or compete for love.
For wanderers, dreamers, and lovers, for lonely men and women who dare to ask of life everything good and beautiful. It is for those who are too gentle to live among wolves." — James Kavanaugh || There Are Men Too Gentle to Live Among Wolves
