Showing posts with label Flat Rock. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Flat Rock. Show all posts
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Friday, September 4, 2009
Flat Rock: A Photo Tour (Part Six)
The Yard
It's like the Henry Ford, only with the honesty of graffiti and neglect.
Even if you know Flat Rock, you might not know about this train yard. It’s not very big and it’s sort of off a side street that doesn’t have much of anything on it besides this little twin track space and a building that used to take rail traffic. These empty cars were just left to rust and their molecules returned to the earth by the longest possible route.
Across the road, an angry Mother Nature looks on, patiently waiting to reclaim what was hers. Her sentinels already seem to be stretching out to take back these cars.
It's like the Henry Ford, only with the honesty of graffiti and neglect.
Even if you know Flat Rock, you might not know about this train yard. It’s not very big and it’s sort of off a side street that doesn’t have much of anything on it besides this little twin track space and a building that used to take rail traffic. These empty cars were just left to rust and their molecules returned to the earth by the longest possible route.
Across the road, an angry Mother Nature looks on, patiently waiting to reclaim what was hers. Her sentinels already seem to be stretching out to take back these cars.
Flat Rock: A Photo Tour (Part Five)
The Great Ghost
Here we have the place that Cthulu would erupt from, if he bothered to be at such a place.
That’s where my cousin worked, before they went under. He got another job, at another place that went under. Thus did the journey of his death begin, with a lack of funds and spiritual loss, leading to not being able to see a doctor, spiraling problems and the eventual end. Good thing we don’t have socialized medicine, otherwise a good man that everyone liked might have lived. Who wants that?
Well, enough of that! Let’s get to the big thing shall we, the thing I’ve been building up to. The grand monument of a town that is dying right before our eyes, let’s get to where the shopping plaza used to be…
As you can see, the place isn’t completely dead. Off in the distance you can see that McDonalds is doing business. Only place most of these poor bastards can afford to eat now.
Used to be a Food Town here. Until it closed and they took every thing out. Was a drug store too, once upon a time. I neglected to get a good shot, but there was also once a Kmart here. That too is gone, they’ve all gone. Gone to Hemingford Home, or if not there, then away to Boulder.
There are no carts, no cars, nothing left. Just a sign from a day when they could put cursive under the printing because people could read it.
Not even floor tiles, they’ve stripped this place.
I’m not naïve enough to believe they’re cleaning the place up to refurbish it. This is a dead spot. You can feel it when you step over it. It’s a shunned place. Even the teenagers don’t hang out here.
Even the benches were taken apart, leaving only this glyph for the cultural anthropologist in you to decipher. I’m guessing this reads “We’ve gone to Boulder, do not tarry here.”
Grass higher than my knee.
You can see the remains of those who left.
Some places simply moved, some went under, some are still trying to hold on with everything they’ve got. I would like to salute them, but all I can really do is shake my head and walk away.
Here we have the place that Cthulu would erupt from, if he bothered to be at such a place.
That’s where my cousin worked, before they went under. He got another job, at another place that went under. Thus did the journey of his death begin, with a lack of funds and spiritual loss, leading to not being able to see a doctor, spiraling problems and the eventual end. Good thing we don’t have socialized medicine, otherwise a good man that everyone liked might have lived. Who wants that?
Well, enough of that! Let’s get to the big thing shall we, the thing I’ve been building up to. The grand monument of a town that is dying right before our eyes, let’s get to where the shopping plaza used to be…
As you can see, the place isn’t completely dead. Off in the distance you can see that McDonalds is doing business. Only place most of these poor bastards can afford to eat now.
Used to be a Food Town here. Until it closed and they took every thing out. Was a drug store too, once upon a time. I neglected to get a good shot, but there was also once a Kmart here. That too is gone, they’ve all gone. Gone to Hemingford Home, or if not there, then away to Boulder.
There are no carts, no cars, nothing left. Just a sign from a day when they could put cursive under the printing because people could read it.
Not even floor tiles, they’ve stripped this place.
I’m not naïve enough to believe they’re cleaning the place up to refurbish it. This is a dead spot. You can feel it when you step over it. It’s a shunned place. Even the teenagers don’t hang out here.
Even the benches were taken apart, leaving only this glyph for the cultural anthropologist in you to decipher. I’m guessing this reads “We’ve gone to Boulder, do not tarry here.”
Grass higher than my knee.
You can see the remains of those who left.
Some places simply moved, some went under, some are still trying to hold on with everything they’ve got. I would like to salute them, but all I can really do is shake my head and walk away.
Thursday, September 3, 2009
Flat Rock: A Photo Tour (Part Four)
I'll be honest, it doesn't much matter to me if anyone is looking at these particular posts. I've just got to get his out so anyone interested will understand what my problem is with a place that seems to be just trying to get by. I don't know if it's going to fully come through, and I don't really care. I've got to get it done.
Becoming a Ghost Town
Did you think I was joking about the date thing? They even stamped the clock!
It caught my eye, this building. With it’s ivy and peeling paint.
See what ivy can do to brick and mortar?
Once upon a time, some one cared. Someone thought about that window. Someone tried once. Once!
No idea what was here, but it was done in the 90s. I seem to have not gotten the door, but it had one of those “globe as sunburst” designs that were hip in those days on it. Also, three pad locks.
Even the bank closed! Let that sink in for a moment.
Used car dealership went under. Big surprise right? Well, this is Michigan. You MUST have a car here or people from Ford and GM come round your house and beat you with sticks.
I guess that, eventually, it did become a problem.
Before it became another ghost town monument, they used to do auto repair.
More vines, they’ll take over soon.
There must be some poem here, something about no one being left to prevent the rust from taking hold.
It took years of neglect to get to the point.
To be fair, this place is still active. All they’ve got left is taking away the rocks for gravel.
I’ve got nothing and now they’re taking that way too.
Becoming a Ghost Town
Did you think I was joking about the date thing? They even stamped the clock!
It caught my eye, this building. With it’s ivy and peeling paint.
See what ivy can do to brick and mortar?
Once upon a time, some one cared. Someone thought about that window. Someone tried once. Once!
No idea what was here, but it was done in the 90s. I seem to have not gotten the door, but it had one of those “globe as sunburst” designs that were hip in those days on it. Also, three pad locks.
Even the bank closed! Let that sink in for a moment.
Used car dealership went under. Big surprise right? Well, this is Michigan. You MUST have a car here or people from Ford and GM come round your house and beat you with sticks.
I guess that, eventually, it did become a problem.
Before it became another ghost town monument, they used to do auto repair.
More vines, they’ll take over soon.
There must be some poem here, something about no one being left to prevent the rust from taking hold.
It took years of neglect to get to the point.
To be fair, this place is still active. All they’ve got left is taking away the rocks for gravel.
I’ve got nothing and now they’re taking that way too.
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