Through Eyes of Wonder

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by Invisible Me
An “Art of Trespassing” installment

Abandoned institution, New York

IT’S HARD TO IMAGINE what this life would be like if I wasn’t painfully aware of the need to make sure my inner child is as happy as my exterior adult – if I did not allow myself time for play or time to see the world through eyes unburdened with the day-to-day doldrums of being  “grown up”.

One of the many things I love about exploring is that it feeds my inner child, replenishes my creative bank and keeps my mind alive with wonder.   Wandering through the halls of abandoned buildings I find myself at peace with my life.  There are no heavy burdens, just the sound of the trees and vines caressing the exterior of the building.  Occasionally the wind will slam a door and send a spike of adrenaline coursing through my body.

by Invisible Me
An “Art of Trespassing” installment

 


 

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IT’S HARD TO IMAGINE what this life would be like if I wasn’t painfully aware of the need to make sure my inner child is as happy as my exterior adult – if I did not allow myself time for play or time to see the world through eyes unburdened with the day-to-day doldrums of being  “grown up”.

One of the many things I love about exploring is that it feeds my inner child, replenishes my creative bank and keeps my mind alive with wonder.   Wandering through the halls of abandoned buildings I find myself at peace with my life.  There are no heavy burdens, just the sound of the trees and vines caressing the exterior of the building.  Occasionally the wind will slam a door and send a spike of adrenaline coursing through my body.

Another perk of this passion is the occasional more-than-just-a-little-random find.  Sometimes it’s exactly what you would expect, like a room with a baphomet pentagram spray-painted on the floor in an abandoned institution with a known history of patient abuse.  You can hear the chatter of every high school kid that has seen it.  

“They worship the devil up there, that place freaks me out, and I’m never going back!”  The pentagram artist has achieved their goal and the local kids have creepy folklore to amuse each other with.

 

As I explore, my inner child keeps its sense of wonder and reminds the adult that not all things are as simple and cut out as I would like to think.

 

Sometimes I find something that renders even me speechless.  It may be something macabre, like the time I found a room covered in blood that looked a little too real. In the middle of said blood was a chair, as though someone had been excessively tortured there.  It turns out someone had been filming a movie in that building a couple days before we saw this scene. A sigh of relief passed over these lips when I found that out.  It looked so real! So kudos to you special effects people for a job well done!   

The funny part about that is that while wandering the property of that institution, my exploring partners and I were stopped by the police. We saw him rolling up and made like we were just taking exterior shots of the buildings.  He asked us if we had been in any of the buildings, and he received a resounding “No sir!” from the four of us. But in the back of my head I was thinking, “You should really mention that room full of blood to this guy!”   He then asked us if we were part of the film crew. We passed a glance to each other that said, “Oh… that totally makes sense now!” and got out of there quick.

There was the time I came across the skeletal remains of what I presume was a turkey vulture while exploring an abandoned abbey.  Not exactly what I was expecting. The rest of this building had this symmetry about it:  if the room had a sink that was torn off the wall, it was laid on the mattress. If the room still had a sink on the wall, the mattress was absent.  So it went for most of the building.   

I ascended another flight of stairs and came into a room with tall-pitched ceilings and a dark blue carpet. There were only three windows in the room. In front of one of those windows was a desk.  On that desk was the skeletal remains of a very large bird! Did it smell? You bet! Was it creepy? Perhaps, a little…  Mostly however, it was amazing!  The structure and texture of this once proud bird’s body lying in the sun held my inner child captive for the better part of a half an hour.  Who put it there?  Where had they found it?  And what was the deciding factor in depositing it here?  I needed to know!

As I explore, my inner child keeps its sense of wonder and reminds the adult that not all things are as simple and cut out as I would like to think.

The world around me is alive with beauty, life and death.  If I don’t stop to take it in, I become a machine.

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