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I find astonishing and indescribable beauty in
wreckages of joylessly gray-coloured,
yet enchanting world of steel and concrete.
Ghosts of wicked times are calling for absolution.
Sit beside me, let's listen.
Matt, 20, Poland.
Anonymous said: Can you explain the bloody rose picture? I can't seem to see what else it could be
Of course! 'Scarlett' was one of many murals I found inside building located in ghost city of Kłomino, Poland. An unnamed artist treated whole building like canvas for his fascinating, yet little twisted mind. It was really dark in the room, so it’s hard to show that rose petals were painted to resemble meat scraps. It seemed excessive speculation until one saw the basement of the building, with cages and more gore tucked in total darkness. Unfortunately, I had far too weak flash to light up that horrific scenery. I believe it was the only time I felt really uneasy during exploration.
antoniopolophotography said: Great! Nice composition.
I fell in love with this devastated and robbed place on the first sight… even thought it took some blood as sacrifice. Not mine though… Thank you, Antonio!
creepingsilence said: Amazing! great photos great blog perfect! ;)
Thank you so much! Those are extremely pleasant words to hear ;)
A very stub of sovietgoner was photography folder I called 'Deer Zone'. The name was result of my fascination with universe of S.T.A.L.K.E.R and name of my city which can be translated as ‘Deer Hill’… Place surrounded by mountains, forest and hundreds of palaces. Place, where waits everything dear to me. Yet there is no room for any bourgeoisie here. Even fake one, like calling old driving school a palace :)
This is my tribute to city slowly dying right before my eyes.
you-ride-or-die said: What's the magic or special in abandoned places? The registration of a past memory or just keeping it alive by a shot? I love your blog. Keep it up :)
It’s impossible to answer correctly! I say… both. The magic of any abandoned place is the feeling you get at the back of your head, impossible to catch or fully express. It’s the call of the past. In order to fully feast eyes and soul on dilapidating sceneries, one needs to sense the weight of countless stories which rushed through the heydays.
Well… At least that’s what I try to do! :)
mycreativevoid said): I waver between envy, jealousy and down right depression every time I see one of your posts on my dash. My camera becomes a brick in my hand. :) Great work Matt
Haha, this is one of awesomest comment to receive under a photo, Taylor! Yet I have to categorically disagree. I’m posting the response, so everyone could check and see why I consider you one of the best photographers out here. I have heaps to learn from you about using the brick :)