I live in a small town called Brighouse in England. I love it hear with its variation; towns, cities, countryside and of course history. It was May 2013 and i received a blurry photo on my phone. I don't have it to hand but it looked like the edge of a cliff. I called the friend (Richard) who sent it me and he said it was an abandon mine and that we should explore it. it wasn't too far from where we lived. Now before i continue i will tell you that me and some friends love urban exploration. It fascinates me and gives you a glimpse into what life might be like when people disappear. That and it makes for some fantastic photo opportunities.
So one evening i drove to the location where some friends where already waiting. Geared up in cloths i don't mind destroying, several led lights, camera and a flask of coffee. I didn't really know what to expect as i was pulling up to a small makeshift car park in some woods but what i really did fear was getting lost, after all it is a mine. It was already getting dark but that didn't matter, not where we was going. We walked along a trail in the woods to the mine. Seemed forever before my friend said "here we are". Looked around. Nothing. He pointed to the side of a hill no more than 10 meters away. Thats when i saw a slumped over sign. "Danger of Explosion" it said. A gap no bigger than a small window led to what was suppose to be a mine. Well time to get dirty.I slid down the wet and slimy muck. I was in.
Must say i was surprised when i slid down into the side of this hill. It was massive, an arched size tunnel about 7foot in hight but at least 15ft width. My lights wouldn't reach anything solid when i shined my light down this tunnel, yes it was long. I waited for the group to all get in then we did a light check and went over some rules. (1. No smoking or naked flames. 2. Watch your footing and move slowly 3. Stick together.) Part 1&2 where easy but it was clear that 3 was going to be hard. As we went in the size of the cavern started to shrink and the tunnels started to split in several directions. Which way to go? i looked back and tried to remember the entrance in case i got lost then turned to proceed along one tunnel.
Well this is my first blog. Will it be my last? See i have a habit of starting something then not carrying it on. A little like the average persons New Years resolution.
Well i hope to keep this up and give you an insight into my life over time. I consider myself creative and love photography. So far this is something that seems to be consistent in my life (even if i dont seem to do it enough). I work as a Graphic Designer yet my main role is making sure other peoples artwork is ok for print so really i am more a graphic mechanic (if there is ever such a thing). Would like to create/design a little more but the photography seems to be growing as a hobby.
Below is a photo of mine. Just 1 for now but i have many on flicker, facebook and deviant art but i would love to start documenting the processes and experience in achieving some of the pictures. So this leaves me making bogs (hopefully). Took this whilst driving to my mums to take some washing. . . will explain in more detail one day. Couldn't help but notice the view. The day had a very heavy atmosphere, like a huge storm was about to start. I tried to capture the mood.
I hope you liked it and will hopefully be on here more often. By the way i know i am not much of a writer but i do hope that will change over time :)
I had driven past at least three times a week for two years. I found myself asking "Is there a way in?" as I went by. But each time it whooshed past me and out of sight, I told myself "Next time I will stop and look". But time and again I had the same train of thought. It was situated in a beautiful part of West Yorkshire. It stood proud amongst tall trees and lush fields. I am referring to an abandoned church.
It looked too nice not to be in use but above the wild grass surrounding the church stood the tips of grave headstones. With each drive past I noticed a little more detail, the broken windows, the graffiti on the wall outside, the sealed doors. It wasn't long ago that my curiosity got the better of me. I packed my camera and set off; time to check it out.
When I arrived at the entrance to the site, I looked up at the church. It was an amazing place and I was happy I actually turned up after all this time. My girlfriend and I walked around the building. The place had long been forgotten for what looked like 20 years at least. As we walked around we noticed all the windows had thick wooden boards securing it from anyone getting in, until around the fifth window down. There it was. . . an opening. I lifted myself up to see inside through the high window. It looked way to inviting not to venture inside. I put my camera bag over my shoulder and pulled myself over the ledge. I was in.