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Another micro-set from this weekend. This steamboat was built in 1911 as a fishing vessel, but was bought by the U.S. Navy and put into service as a patrol vessel and minesweeper during World War I. After the Armistice, it again served as a fishing boat before being installed at its present site in 1968, where it operated as a restaurant for almost forty years until closing in the early 2000's. It sits by the side of a very busy highway and, well, its a huge old fishing boat, so it's very conspicuous, and I didn't get quite as many shots as I wanted. Nevertheless, here it is in all its glory.
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I've been having a bit of a dry month for exploring but I did get around to revisiting a place. So I posted the highlights here.
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Spent the week working on the road and exploring Saskatchewan in a rental Mercedes. Had a lot of luck in the last 48 hours finding some of what the area has to offer. First time visiting the province and I've really enjoyed it. Apologies for the looooooong summary photo, but it's only a fraction of the locations. I will be making threads for each in the appropriate regional board when I return to BC next week.
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Nice round of photos
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A little revisit to another example of small scale British industry, a kind of explore I love. This former pottery occupied a small site in the rural north and closed ages ago leaving everything behind. The roof over the main production area has been stripped of slates for years now allowing the entire area to become carpeted in ferns and other vegetation.
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Finally got around to editing this trip
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Reminds me of Kino der Toten
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Reminds me of Kino der Toten
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Haha, cool it does. That would be reason enough to go.
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[last edit 9/3/2018 6:56 AM by Benched_it - edited 1 times]
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Not my latest explore, but my latest photo edited.
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Finally got around to exploring a region of Osoyoos that I've been meaning to check out. Love it out there.
 20180903_182235-2016x1134 by EPOCH 6, on Flickr
 20180903_181734-2016x903 by EPOCH 6, on Flickr
 20180903_181822-2016x1134 by EPOCH 6, on Flickr
 20180903_181928-2016x997 by EPOCH 6, on Flickr
 20180903_182017-2016x1134 by EPOCH 6, on Flickr
 20180903_182204-2016x1134 by EPOCH 6, on Flickr
 20180903_182332-2016x850 by EPOCH 6, on Flickr
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 20180903_181432-2016x982 by EPOCH 6, on Flickr
 20180903_181341-2016x908 by EPOCH 6, on Flickr
 20180903_182642-2016x934 by EPOCH 6, on Flickr
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Holy shit that is a Remington Standard No. 8! Keychopped and rusted and carriage missing, but that is absolutely a No. 8. What a shame, that's a rare typewriter.
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Disused car yard in Bassendean, Western Australia. This place is protected by an electric fence AND security cameras lol. I ain't mad though because it means those tremendous hand painted signs remain untouched by vandals.
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The bathroom sink dangles haphazardly, affixed to a bucking lath and plaster wall by the strength of its copper plumping, the metal stressed and warped from years of neglect, begging to snap free. Right beside the swaying sink, a neighboring commode full of questionable crap quivers loosely a dozen feet above my skull as I gaze up in curiosity at its balancing act though a gaping hole in the rotten wood floor. I contemplate my moves as one wrong step might send just enough of a reverberation through the old house's decaying wooden skeleton frame to shake the latrine loose, sending it plummeting down like wrecking ball into the depth of the basement below, as I hopefully scamper away in horror, as to avoid death by shitter.
Sometimes I contemplate my mortality, for certainly if something is going to take me, I'd hope it be adventure. However, being found months later crushed under the weight of a porcelain throne would certainly be one way to go, yet realistically I'd be more likely to be smooshed crossing the street in order to get back to my vehicle parked along side of the busy county road. The interior of this particular abandoned house poses as an interesting death trap, for every floor, ceiling, and weight bearing wall seems to be held in place merely by layers of grime and decay as opposed to nails and beams. This makes walking around the upstairs floors all the more interesting, especially since the only way up is to ascend a floating staircase, not by design but rather decay.
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