91 Comments Posted by Kittymao

DME-

The town that was abandoned was Pripyat.

And if I recall, a russian girl pulled some strings and was able to get in about 10 years ago and took photos. She said it was kind-of-safe, as long as she stayed on the cement.

I read entries about it some time ago. If I find it again, I'll link to it.

Graham:

These places were created before the advent of many of our modern medicines. Once we started finding drugs that could fix the chemical imbalances- not to mention huge steps forward in psychiatrics, massive facilities like this were no longer needed.

It's very possible that the people that were here may be productive people in our communities. Of course- some can never be worked back into society, and were probably moved elsewhere, to other facilities.

idunno, look at the contrast, that seat's meant to be a bit bigger than a human bum, that hatch is around the same size, give it a bit of leeway due to perspective...

I could probably fit.

It must be like when I go hiking, only you gots to worry about junkies and police... I only gots to worry about skunks and mountain lions.

thanks for the language info, guys! I love finding origins for commonly-used terms just as much as I love perusing these galleries.

its seeing things like this that make my heart beat fast. Your photography takes me to place I could never hope to go, yet makes me feel as if I'm right there- seeing it all with my own eyes.

this totally just reminded me... i think my Sister wore leg braces. I was very young when she wore them (she was a year and a half older than me!) But i distinctly remember her wearing them...

i'm amused by the fact that he's trying very hard to not touch anything if he doesn't need to- the hovering crouch, the crossed arms...

I feel like i should be all done up in a sping gown with a corset, watching the groundskeeper groom the labyrinth junipers while I sip at a cup of earl grey and wonder if the weather is good enough for a ride on my horse.

some folks can have stimuli issues (autistics in particular)- too much information coming in at once... a room like this could easily help them down from a stimuli-frenzy.

It makes me want to cry...

such beauty left behind. Years of craftsmanship, of pride into this building... souls saved, epiphanies reached.

reduced to a shell of a building, disrespected by vandals and returned to the earth under a bulldozer's tread.

That is the way of us all, I guess.

Axle grease is a step down from tar.

sevensevenseven is my name- seven come, and seven go, and seven still remain.

How grotesquely romantic.

That Soap Dispenser reminds me of jr high school. I love that powdered soap- the rough washings always made my hands feel SO CLEAN...