LDB entries get deleted maybe every five years, so that square looks impossible.
This happened recently.
The LDB wouldn't let me mark a location as "Demolished" because it had no galleries.
So I posted a picture of it demolished. I then received a PM that the location was deleted because it had been demolished with no galleries posted.
I replied to the PM and asked for a reprieve on deletion and created a gallry with some pics of the location that I got from someone that doesn't belong to UER.
The LDB wouldn't let me mark a location as "Demolished" because it had no galleries.
So I posted a picture of it demolished. I then received a PM that the location was deleted because it had been demolished with no galleries posted.
I replied to the PM and asked for a reprieve on deletion and created a gallry with some pics of the location that I got from someone that doesn't belong to UER.
Thanks to Wang for helping sort this out!
You must mean it was placed in the queue to be deleted.
I'm NOT going to say his name, but this is the story:
In Van Courtland Park in The Bronx, NY; there's a waste weir that was part of the Old Croton Aqueduct. It is possible at various places to actually get inside the aqueduct and walk through it. There were no pumps in the aqueduct. It was all gravity and siphons.
In an attempt to gain access to the aqueduct, the explorer in question tried to get in the aqueduct via the weir in Van Courtland Park pictured below:
There is a doorway, but it has been sealed with cement blocks although there is a large hole in the roof. The explorer in question, using a rope, scaled the side of the weir and then rappelled into the weir via the hole in the roof.
He landed a little hard and twisted his ankle and discovers he can't walk, never mind climb back out. He also finds that he doesn't have very good cell service and can't make a phone call, but he does manage to get a text message out to another area explorer in the area. That person then assembled a rescue squad to go out to the weir and extricate him from the weir.
It took a heroic effort to get him out, but they did succeed. They got him to a hospital for medical care and mission accomplished.
Unfortunately pretty inexperienced, relative to the community.
Scribble on the chair box is due to the fact it was a room with a lonely chair, but close enough...?
Arrow is from the time I managed to talk my way into doing photos for the demolition of a bunch of old buildings in my hometown. Pretty cool experience, tbh.
The street art square is related to how the graffiti world overlaps with the exploring world and how one can inspire the other.
It doesn't work this way over here. My first five years urban exploring, the only street art I saw was death threats by goons hired by construction companies. After that, it was all just hipster foreigners signing their tags on people's abandoned homes. And for the last six or so years it's been foreigners coming here to tag trains, that then get washed before they go into service. It didn't exist before and I don't see any good in its introduction.
It doesn't work this way over here. My first five years urban exploring, the only street art I saw was death threats by goons hired by construction companies. After that, it was all just hipster foreigners signing their tags on people's abandoned homes. And for the last six or so years it's been foreigners coming here to tag trains, that then get washed before they go into service. It didn't exist before and I don't see any good in its introduction.
In NYC, graffiti and street art (there is a difference) have been part of the landscape for over 50 years.
In the course of writers trying to find new places to get up and explorers looking for new places to explore, the two worlds crossover.
In that epoch, I was more of a BBoy than a writer.
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