Disrepair

If it was restored it would be an almighty home. I lost count of the bedrooms. The land and out buildings were vast.

The cost would be ginormous. Too much for average Joe.

Entrance was straight forward, the door was open.
It was easy going around the house as all belongings were gone and the majority of the house had been stripped to bare brick. Light shone in from all directions through holes and cracks in the walls. Sections of the house are not advisable to explore as the ceiling and floor look rotten. Even the last owner/developer has barred access to the worst room as I'm sure you would fall through immediately.

Take a look for yourself.

From the window of the grande house we could see another building in the distance. A 5 minute drive  landed us on the door step of this over grown farm building.

Look at how nature has reclaimed the land.

Thanks to Lloyd for the company.

Thanks for looking.

Tune in next time.

The Bull Hotel. Light in the darkness.

The place on the corner stood standing empty for years.

Colourful painted boards on the windows at the front. Demolition taking place at the back.

The Bull Hotel is a place I've driven passed time and time again as Laura used to live just up the road from it. Only the other day, i noticed a way in.

With something you love in life, you must try your hardest to do the best job you can, no half measures. Get results.

Ive not enjoyed urbexing for a while, its nothing compared to street photography. The explore itself is the best part, the photography can be a bit boring or a bit basic.

My constant challenge of finding the light has produced some of my greatest urbex shots ever.


Its a dangerous place to be; holes in the ceiling and holes in the floor, piles of defecation under foot left by the birds. Every step could be an expensive one if go through the floor boards. Its all part of the fun.

A blessed moment, a bird flies away at the decisive moment.

The light in the dark

Exploring in the dark, following the light, whats round the corner?

There's always a chair.

Open doors provide so many photographic opportunities.

The female of the species is more deadly than the male

Danger

How can you ignore the opportunity. The beauty in the decay.
Each time the cloud broke above, this beam of light was the centre piece.

Everyone has issues.


I like these times alone.



Embrace the light.

Return to Causeway Lodge

This place is a great visit for any urbexer; there's 3 houses to explore as well as numerous dark farm buildings.

Every time i drive past it on the way to Peterborough, i want to pop in for a quick explore.

In January i had a 20 minute look around on the way to hospital appointment, my poor back!!!!.

The 1st building at the entrance i guess you could call the gate house. I've been in before but only at the entrance as its been used as a fly tippers parade, its literally full of rubbish downstairs. I climbed over the piled up sofa's and carpets and made my way up the some what iffy stairs; the bottom 3 steps are missing and the rest sway and squirm happily under foot.
Ive said it before i really should have a partner while exploring because this is quite a dangerous hobby.

Upstairs there's not much apart from an old chair, theres always a chair!

I love the way old buildings get taken over by wildlife and undergrowth. Natures trying to reclaim the earth.

The main house is far too dangerous to enter, its suffering a speedy demise.

The first time i had a look around this place i noticed a bungalow in overgrown bushes, this time it was my main mission to have a look around in there. An easy mission considering the windows and doors are pretty much non existent or at the least open.

Here, I've taken probably my 2 most favourable and memorable urbex images yet. The diffused light shining through the windows into the room with the bed in corner paints a cold and sad image.

Life's hard.

Why do you always find chairs when exploring? Part 2

Im planning on finally emptying my hard drive of 2013's images and Ive just remembered that I created this post in December 2013 http://www.benchapmanphotos.blogspot.co.uk/2013/12/why-do-you-always-find-chairs-when.html
How can I leave a part 1 out there and never follow it up with a part 2.

So its 9pm on a Saturday night, im sat round my Sister Amy's house and its time to get it done. Lets hope it not too rushed but im taking pictures so often at the moment that I want to share, I need to get these shots ticked off the list.

The site of this explore is in Coldham near March, Cambridgeshire it had so many different rooms to go in and out of, not to mention a bungalow next door to the left and 2 houses surrounded by overgrown gardens to the right.

The entrance was inviting.

 

The door was open too!

 

Inside the first room were a number of things to focus on.

 It would take a lot more than turning this handle now to turn the power on, all the copper wire has been taken.

 Shame I didn't find the gun.

 

This doesn't work very well.

 

 

As well as chairs all over this place there were also bikes scattered around.

 

 

I didn't follow these rules......what a rebel.

How can someone leave photos? How dare they?

 

This guy made me laugh!

Why the surprised face?

 

 

 Great light shining in here.

Mixed a few tunes while I as there, the place was banging!

 

My favourite subject and shots of the day were of a chair I found in a very distressed room, the place had been proper smashed up; holes in the wall and broken glass everywhere.

 

The light however on the chair really caught my eye. I wanted to capture the chair bathing in the light from the broken window but also the shadow and darkness surrounding it.

 

I could not decide which was my favourite edit, so here's both.

 

 

Ive already got my next post lined up, ive been getting creative with an old film lens and my old 450D.

 

Thanks for looking.

 

Ben