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The Creation of a Passion
entry by LeafTurner11 
4/25/2020 1:33 AM


My lust for the structural past that the world has forgotten began during an unexpected and quite uneventful trip to storm chase for the first time in my life. I was invited to tag along with a local storm chasing group down through the Wisconsin River Valley and into the northern parts of Illinois in a hunt for severe weather notable enough to document on film.
A few showers dampened our travels but nothing more that a light gust of wind welcomed our entry into Illinois. As the motivation and ambition of the "Pros" dwindled, so did mine. I sank into my seat, got as comfortable as I was able to being crammed into the back seat with 4 other people, and stared out the window, readying myself for a boring chase back into Wisconsin.
As we drove along the countryside somewhere in the rural parts of Illinois, my love and addiction for urban decay was born. As the car came to a stop at a three way intersection, I looked out the front window for the first time in what seemed like hours. In front of the car, modest, wind stripped and seemingly petrified, stood a small church. From the looks of it, the doors entering the small chapel likely hadn't felt the touch of a hand in decades. As I looked into the peering eye of the small steeple, I motion for our driver to give me a quick second, simultaneously stumbling out of the car and depositing myself in front of it.
And there I stood, almost alone with the thoughts of the past that haunted this miniature building out thin the middle of now where. I began to question what the building was even doing out here in this open grass land all alone. Why it was left here to rot away, slowly, for many years and even many more to come. Who came to Sunday Service this far out here in the first place? I couldn't stop my head from asking anything I could to give me some sort of light into what this buildings past was. What it had seen. Who had been inside.
As my mind continued to run I was startled by the horn that the impatient group behind me sounded with the car, signaling it was time to go. Quickly I came to my senses, pull out my phone and quickly snapped a picture of the small church Id likely never remember where Id seen it again. I stuffed myself back into the car and we were back on the road to the "Land of Cheese". As we crossed state boarders I had found a reason to download Instagram, edit the single photo I had taken that day and posted my little find for all the world to share with me. It was in that moment, Urbexing, though I had no idea there was even a term for it at the time, became a new and thrilling hobby for me.
Up until recently I didnt put much effort into keeping up my love for buildings forgotten by societies past. Up until recently, I hadnt realized what would be so intoxicating about finding those little memories and helping those who Had forgotten them, to remember what they had left behind. This photograph, is where it all began.


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