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A wooden shelf sags from the weight of a hundred useless books, manuals, and binders, all full with saturated, pointless paper work. The dark ink once inscribing the complicated instructions to that piece-of-shit, worthless, Brother laser-jet printer, now bleeds illegibly, permeating through the discarded print, leaving behind black trace marks, like mascara stains running down the rosy cheeks of high school date, dumped days before the big homecoming dance. The shelf, barely balancing upon its quivering wooden feet, stands, although drunk, hunched over, serving as a sort of testament to a bygone era.
A wasteful age of physical media and print, killed by the technological revolution, born from machines oozing a lifeblood of zeros and ones. Moore's Law, as the symptom of exponential technological growth has become to be defined, has gifted us biological creatures the ability to thrive in a world dominated by computer intelligence, artificial intelligence, and lack of natural intelligence. Even as I type this silly narrative, poking away at a plastic keyboard with my fleshy fingers, every word is analyzed, checked, and corrected for error by an algorithm smarter, quicker, and more efficient than I could ever dream to become.
I wouldn't dare fathom to pick up a book of defined words, thick as a brick. The thought of consulting a thesaurus is as extinct an idea as the stegosaurus itself. Yet as I stand pondering the shelf of rotten books beholden of me, I am reminded of an era that produced so very much, but ultimately could not sustain itself. All-in-all, no different that the ruinous skeleton of the very building that encapsulates the cupboard of decaying literature. A twisted shell of sheet metal, crashing in the wind, and oozing cancerous chemicals from purposely abandoned barrels and drums, which slowly leech their contents into the natural aquifer buried deep below my feet. Hollow warehouses once lined with monstrous steel furnaces designed to melt the Earth's raw metals into dollar bills now remain as metal canvases, covered over with colorful graffiti and wanna-be gang symbols.
This era of production was no match for the technological witch that has ravaged the Earth's established societies, stunting its civilians with a spell of simplicity and efficiency. As society continues to progress ahead for the better, the shadows of our past industrial damage exist like inflamed, crooked scars, telling the story of unregulated industry, pollution, and greed encompassing the likes of nothing this planet has ever endured the burden of before. Our only hope now is that our evolving technology will advance quick enough to save us from ourselves.
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Posted by Vacant NJ
A wooden shelf sags from the weight of a hundred useless books, manuals, and binders, all full with saturated, pointless paper work. The dark ink once inscribing the complicated instructions to that piece-of-shit, worthless, Brother laser-jet printer, now bleeds illegibly, permeating through the discarded print, leaving behind black trace marks, like mascara stains running down the rosy cheeks of high school date, dumped days before the big homecoming dance. The shelf, barely balancing upon its quivering wooden feet, stands, although drunk, hunched over, serving as a sort of testament to a bygone era.
A wasteful age of physical media and print, killed by the technological revolution, born from machines oozing a lifeblood of zeros and ones. Moore's Law, as the symptom of exponential technological growth has become to be defined, has gifted us biological creatures the ability to thrive in a world dominated by computer intelligence, artificial intelligence, and lack of natural intelligence. Even as I type this silly narrative, poking away at a plastic keyboard with my fleshy fingers, every word is analyzed, checked, and corrected for error by an algorithm smarter, quicker, and more efficient than I could ever dream to become.
I wouldn't dare fathom to pick up a book of defined words, thick as a brick. The thought of consulting a thesaurus is as extinct an idea as the stegosaurus itself. Yet as I stand pondering the shelf of rotten books beholden of me, I am reminded of an era that produced so very much, but ultimately could not sustain itself. All-in-all, no different that the ruinous skeleton of the very building that encapsulates the cupboard of decaying literature. A twisted shell of sheet metal, crashing in the wind, and oozing cancerous chemicals from purposely abandoned barrels and drums, which slowly leech their contents into the natural aquifer buried deep below my feet. Hollow warehouses once lined with monstrous steel furnaces designed to melt the Earth's raw metals into dollar bills now remain as metal canvases, covered over with colorful graffiti and wanna-be gang symbols.
This era of production was no match for the technological witch that has ravaged the Earth's established societies, stunting its civilians with a spell of simplicity and efficiency. As society continues to progress ahead for the better, the shadows of our past industrial damage exist like inflamed, crooked scars, telling the story of unregulated industry, pollution, and greed encompassing the likes of nothing this planet has ever endured the burden of before. Our only hope now is that our evolving technology will advance quick enough to save us from ourselves.
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Cool shoot. I can never get through your overly wordy write-ups though. Most of the time a picture mostly speaks for itself, and maybe a history blurb or something. But, that's just me.
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Posted by randomesquephoto
Cool shoot. I can never get through your overly wordy write-ups though. Most of the time a picture mostly speaks for itself, and maybe a history blurb or something. But, that's just me.
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Thank you, reading isn't for everyone. More-often, history re-told is just a boring paraphrased rehash of someone else's original words or a Wikipedia article dissembled. I've many times heard the idiom, "a picture is worth a thousand words"; I long ago decided, I would much rather be in control of those words.
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Been looking for this place for a long time, I've known about it for years and had a general idea of where it is but after several tries I just couldn't seem to get there. Turns out, as it usually does, it was hiding in plain sight and I've motored on past it probably 30 times in the last 2 years. Finally caught it out of the corner of my eye and got my chance to check it out. Here are some of my favorite shots, I'll be trying to dig up Rio's old thread in the regional board to post the rest. Such an inconceivably harsh landscape, always boggles my mind when I read about the original settlers of the canyon traversing it without highways, what a colossal task it must have been to pave a path through this monster.
 PSX_20190421_221914 by EPOCH 6, on Flickr
 PSX_20190421_210523 by EPOCH 6, on Flickr
 PSX_20190421_212626 by EPOCH 6, on Flickr
 PSX_20190421_213708 by EPOCH 6, on Flickr
 PSX_20190421_215720 by EPOCH 6, on Flickr
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Nice!
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Posted by Vacant NJ
Thank you, reading isn't for everyone. More-often, history re-told is just a boring paraphrased rehash of someone else's original words or a Wikipedia article dissembled. I've many times heard the idiom, "a picture is worth a thousand words"; I long ago decided, I would much rather be in control of those words.
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I like the narrative. Partly because there are far fewer of them on here than there are the photos with perhaps a quick summary, and partly because I've always been a writer/reader at heart. Everyone has their preferences, but I thought I'd throw that out there. 
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A Little Prison Hide-away by Dee Ashley, on Flickr
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When my train comes rollin in...
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Nice!
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 Derelict Maui by Johhny Dawggit, on Flickr
I actually got out to snap some pics today. Almost no keepers, but it felt good to hold a camera.
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Not sure what it used to be but the floors weren’t great
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Twilight by No Stone Unturned Photography, on Flickr
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 Derelict Maui by Johhny Dawggit, on Flickr
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 DSC07758 by ryan.little.photo, on Flickr
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