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Junkyard Tour….. I was driving along and I noticed an old, rickety sign hanging from a dead tree… JUNKYARD, it read… So, I pulled over and got out of my car, camera hanging around my neck. I know there are always dogs protecting these places so I was careful to tread lightly. I walked up to the creepy garage and opened the door and a very friendly man greeted me and he knew why I was there. I guess I wasn’t the only photographer who showed up to get some shots. What a rush… to be among these old , retired machines. So much twisted metal and broken dreams. They all seemed to have had a good run. 

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I have a strong connection to old cars.. they’re like people to me. Whenever I see an oldie along the side of a road I must photograph it. I just feel for these old beauties. ❤️

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I love it on this side...everything is so f<#%ing interesting.. #photographers #girlswithcameras #nikongirl #ilovemynikon #ilovephotography https://www.instagram.com/p/BvvLsU2n-WQ/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1bn915lcb2soh

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I took a drive to Lake Silkworth, in Pennsylvania. The community is very close knit and I felt a good vibe as I drove around the lake, checking out the awkwardly positioned houses…people milling around, random overturned rowboats dotting the landscape … I found the local tavern, The Outpost Inn , and I went inside to see what I could see and to have a beer. It was like stepping back in time! The place hadn’t been remodeled probably ever. The stools were mismatched and the upholstery was ragged and torn. I ordered a Stella and got talking to the bartender and a couple who were sitting a few stools over. I learned some history about the little lake town and I laughed at some of the local tales they shared. I walked into the back room and noticed the beautiful natural light streaming in through the smoke crusted dirty windows. I propped myself on one of the vintage chairs and I felt right at home there. #divebars #oldbars #tavern #lakesilkworth #ilovedivebars

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I took a drive to Lake Silkworth, in Pennsylvania. The community is very close knit and I felt a good vibe as I drove around the lake, checking out the awkwardly positioned houses...people milling around, random overturned rowboats dotting the landscape ... I found the local tavern, The Outpost Inn , and I went inside to see what I could see and to have a beer. It was like stepping back in time! The place hadn’t been remodeled probably ever. The stools were mismatched and the upholstery was ragged and torn. I ordered a Stella and got talking to the bartender and a couple who were sitting a few stools over. I learned some history about the little lake town and I laughed at some of the local tales they shared. I walked into the back room and noticed the beautiful natural light streaming in through the smoke crusted dirty windows. I propped myself on one of the vintage chairs and I felt right at home there. #divebars #oldbars #tavern #lakesilkworth #ilovedivebars

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Penn Hills , Pocono Mountains, PA

Where did all the lovers go?

#pennhills

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I walked into this old house and felt right at home, eerily... #abandonedpa #abandonedhouses #homesweethome #killyourtelevision https://www.instagram.com/p/BvS9kBwHVNH/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1uoj54a5jrljt

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Green with envy. #huberbreaker #ashleypa #abandonedpa #nowdemolished https://www.instagram.com/p/BvS9vT6nBQx/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1o8nthabwcbxh

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Closed for the season. Every season. Since the 70’s. #abandonedplaces #closedforever #hunlockcreekpa https://www.instagram.com/p/BvS_3NvnC2Y/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=t7cmt037abkq

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I was walking around Wilkes-Barre, PA... so many abandoned stores, left to rot... Amazon sure has us all, doesn’t it? Does anyone ever pack the family car and go shopping anymore? I used to love getting up early to go shopping, have lunch and come home all tired with bags full of clothes... now it all gets delivered to your doorstep. Ugh, progress... 

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Sit down, rest awhile...

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Junkyard Tour..... I was driving along and I noticed an old, rickety sign hanging from a dead tree... JUNKYARD, it read... So, I pulled over and got out of my car, camera hanging around my neck. I know there are always dogs protecting these places so I was careful to tread lightly. I walked up to the creepy garage and opened the door and a very friendly man greeted me and he knew why I was there. I guess I wasn’t the only photographer who showed up to get some shots. What a rush... to be among these old , retired machines. So much twisted metal and broken dreams. They all seemed to have had a good run. 

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I was so lucky to find this amazing graveyard of Volkswagens! This place had such a happy, intense vibe as if these old relics were alive and waiting for me to visit them. The colors of these beasts were vibrant and reminiscent of their time. Some of the vans were filled with old hippie blankets and most of them had really cool window stickers and bumper stickers, also depicting the early 60′s and 70′s. These gems were stripped of parts, (that’s why they are resting here, for parts) but it was super cool to walk around and photograph them. I plan to go back after the snow melts, so I can capture their essence in the summer sun. 

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Abandoned Pennsylvania Lover’s Resort, Poconos, PA.

This day was magic. I explored an abandoned honeymoon resort in the Pocono Mountains of PA, where I grew up. I took my son with me. To think that back in the 70′s, these amazing havens of love and adventure were thriving and buzzing with newlyweds and now… just look at what is left. Where have all the lovers gone?

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This day was magic. I explored an abandoned honeymoon resort in the Pocono Mountains of PA, where I grew up. I took my son with me. To think that back in the 70′s, these amazing havens of love and adventure were thriving and buzzing with newlyweds and now... just look at what is left. Where have all the lovers gone?