Marina Sepharina enjoys what light came in to her cell.
Recently model Marina Sepharina and myself shot a Dia de las Muertos (Day of the Dead) themed shoot at an abandoned Youth Detention Center, aka Children’s Warehouse.
Climb softly, watch your step. Footfalls stir the dust, our presence stirs something more?
All the doors were open yet led nowhere.
Right, left, desolation and ruin was the order of the day.
Likely Marina’s soft stare was the only gentleness seen here.
Some rooms still bore marks of expelled screams.
Don’t look too closely, you may find the fingernail marks that tore into that wall.
Marina ghosted about the floor, her freedom something others could only have dreamt of.
The light is captive too.
Pillars of gloom and rays of blue.
The oppressiveness is real, them heavy blues still extends to all.
In this dark place occsionally rays of hope make their way in.
A blast of fire, maybe something else?
Spirits can not stay caged!
Stone walls are not invulnerable.
SHOTS FIRED! Did the inmates take the asylum?
Or just another sign of abandonedment and decay?
After seeing so many doors blasted open we see some sealed tight. Why?
Finally, at least for Marina and myself.
Jay Farrell and myself headed out one morning for Memphis, TN. Jay had a book signing at Novel for his two Abandoned Tennessee books which are available in most bookstores and here https://www.amazon.com/Abandoned-Tennessee-America-Through-Time/dp/1634990552. We left Nashville early enough to get in some exploring before the signing as well as some afterwards.
We’d heard of the Journey Motel Court, an abandoned hotel in Memphis that would be worth our time checking out especially since it was only 20 mins from Novel the bookstore we needed to be at later that day. The day was a bright one and while there were tales about the perilous nature of the area in which we were traveling we arrived unscathed. Hoping out of our car we broke out our cameras and took in the Journey Motel Court. In the center of the property stands what was a gas station with a car port and a restaurant. On the Northside of the property was the motel office and rooms. To the South was a two story structure that looked as if the bottom was a garage while above was living quarters. This was would be the first building we would explore.
The Garage House
The Garage House was a bit odd to be honest. Originally Jay thought that maybe it had been for a mehcanic but the garage itself lacked a car lift and other featues a mechanics shop would have. I fet that it was likely for the car belonging to the Manager of the Journey. It was an ideal set up really. The manager was likely on salary and was needed on the premisies so why not live next to the Hotel? The garage’s chipped and ragged paint was blue and white and obvioulsy years old. Where a car would be parked a ham sized hole was in the concrete where some plumbing could be spied along with a small drop to the ground below.
Right above our heads was what I assumed to be the living quarters. We could see the open door to the space because the wooden floor above was for the most part gone. The condition of the 2nd floor pretty much ruled out exploring it. So with a bit more of shooting this and that we moved on and shot the outside of the Garage House. It would turn out we were both right, more or less. According to JoshWhitehead’s site http://cremedememph.blogspot.com/2018/01/journey-motel-court.html the building was a service garge and it is likely the mechanic stayed in the apartment above.
Standing in the grass behind the Journey Motel we could see the back of the Journey and deciced to explore the main building next. The grass sourrounding the motel stood at knee level the gound itseld uneven.
Up close cracks in the window panes were obvious and more than a few panes were missing. Further along the back we went. In the middle of the back of the hotel a small building stood with a steeply sloped roof. The door was heavily blockaded with large thick pieces of wood with the excpetion of a 8 inch space above the door.
Using a cell phone flashlight all that could be seen were a few stairs. There was no entering here. Imeediately behind this small entry was the rear wall of the motel (at one point a chimeny stood here). A narrow horizontal window gave us a view of the sparse interior of the Motel. A little further I found a door that was open a few inches so with a qiuck scan of the floor inside, Jay and I stepped into the Journey.
There wasn’t much too see of the back room, it was dark with a greenish cast to the light, here and there were holes in the floor, mainly beneath the windows. The main room was a bit more interesting with entries into side rooms and large windows that let in a good amount of light.
One open closet on the left revealed a floor that was severly damaged and showed a short drop to the ground below, while above were the broken and rotted risers of the stairwell to the 2nd floor where the inkeeper had an apartment.
To the right was a doorway leading to short hallway and restroom. As we explored the main room of the Journey I could hear a fluttering and sure enough a small grey bird was flying arund the room. I think it was a wren. The bird was stuck in the motel and eventually ended up battering itself against window panes of one othe main windows. I photographed the little birds efforts for a bit thinking it would fly out a an empty square. No, it kept batting itself agsinst glass. Finally the little thing sat exhausted sitting on the sill. I reached dwon and cupped the bird in my hand and raised it up to the vacant space in the window and off it went. No wave goodbye, no chirp of thanks, nothing. Ah well.
Into the next room. Now let’s get something straight, abandoned places are never really abandoned. People and animals still come on go. They leave evidence of their passing but with little or no context.
In the next room a window was covered with a gausey curtain on the sill a dead wasp sat with it’s head down and wings open, like a crashed fighter plane while in the corner stood a child’s bike. It stood on the floor with broken glass sourounding it while children’s clothes lay in front of it. Why? In dark abandoned places you will find such relics without context and you will always puzzzle over their origins.
With nothing else to explore in the main building Jay and I left to see what we could of the actual motel where the office and actual guest rooms stood. Parked backwards and blocking entrance to the hotel’s breezeway was a bar with out of state tags.
No going in here. Further down was another car this one with Canadian plates and next to it in the grass was a thick grey extension line. Apparently someone was staying here. We could not gain access to the individual rooms, each had a heavy decorative metal door which was locked.
One door had heavy black plastic over it as well as the window. So with not much left to see we were on our way back to the car. That is when we met the guy who was staying there. Out of the room with the black plastic came a guy who stood about 5’9″ or so. Bearded, dressed in camo and sporting a revolver on his hip.
Adam was his name, and yes, he was there to try and get the hotel into shape. He’d heard us and wanted to see who was on the property. This is not as rare an occurance as you might think. In an abandoned hotel in Nashville I’d run into several homeless people and a few law officers as well. Jay and I introduced ourselves as Urbexplorers and published authors who were out looking for material to go into upcoming books.
Jay and I were in luck, while Adam didn’t come out and admit to beiing a fellow Urbexplorer but we got the feeling he was. We shot the breeze for 15mins or so and Adam gave us a lead to chase. He told us to look for the Snuff Distriict and there we would find an old Snuff factory that was derilect. We should check it out and for us to not be disuaded by the 12 foot fence with razor wire surrounding the place. If we were dilignet and looked around we would likely find a way in, and we did. But that tale is for another day.
Oh, another bit I learned about the Journey Motel Court, it was the subject of a book titled Journey Motel Court: John Hardin Goes to Memphis by Jeff H. Martin, Sr.. The book is about two men saving the life of a Civil Rights Activist. You can learn more about the book by clicking here https://www.amazon.com/Journey-Motel-Court-Memphis-Journals/dp/1517369169/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1516135095&sr=1-1
That’s right! ForgottenTennessee.com will be out in print courtesy of Font Hill Media’s America Through Time series. A rough release date of late August or September 2019 . Below is the cover which features one of my first explorations the Blackman cemetery.
Inside this book are assorted tales of my explorations around Middle Tennessee and Alabama. I will update this again once I have a firm release date. I will also be updating this with book signings since this book will be available at most bookstores as well as online.
I would like to thank my good friend and fellow photographer for turning me on to Fonthill and for the amazing trips we’ve been on.
Recently on a photo expedition with my buddy Jay Farrell we came across a road called Mud Hollar. Mud Hollar? with a name like that we were sure we’d find an abandoned house or shack of some sort. We were not wrong.
It looked “burst open”, that was my first impression of the little White House that sat on the side of the road. In front was a massive tree, its placement giving an idea as to how long the house had stood empty. While jay made to go and photograph a small gnome like shack a little further up the road, I moved to check out the main building. To be honest the footing beneath me was loose, spongey and disturbing.
Rusted sheets of metal were also underfoot and more sheets lay about further up a hill and into what was a heavily wooded space.
The side of the house we’d found was really odd. A window was in the side of the wall but the ground was almost even with the sill and just a little further down was a roof covered porch of some sort with trash strewn about.
This is of course where I made my entry into what had been the site of a pretty bad fire. The walls were charred black, ash and mud and assorted junk made up the floor, and while this place would win no awards for cleanliness there was a table with a cleanish looking frying pan. The little burned up shack was making an effort at hospitality if nothing else.
What must have been a living room at some point was nearly impassible, with the ceiling and roof having fallen in. These too were charred. On the far wall a calendar was tacked to the wall, Jay informed me that the calendar was from 1978. From the state of the walls and the amount of dirt-mud-gunk that now made op the houses floor it was easy to believe this place had been empty since ’78, well, of humans. I’ve no idea squirrels and raccoons had made this place their personal Air BnB.
I spent a good half and hour walking around inside shooting this and that but eventually made my way outside to the backyard. No, not a yard, rather a hill. A hill that had likely been growing larger and slowly moving to envelope the house? Another 20 years or so might see the back of the house consumed by the mound of dirt and grass.
Here the footing was no better than the footing on the side. I had to keep readjusting my stance to keep a foot from sinking into the loam, or from going ass over tea kettle. Here in the back stood more junk, old glass jars and bottles, large rusted cans that could actually be mistaken for pony kegs.
Finally I had made a full circuit of Casa de Charred to Hell and Back. Leaning back on the car I went through the photos I’d taken and wished that there’d been a few more personal affects left inside, but after 41yrs of being abandoned I was just surprised the house was still standing.
I hope you like this update of Forgotten Tennessee and by the way I do have a book out that bears the same name as this site, Forgotten Tennessee. You can buy the book at most bookstores, Costcos, Cracker Barrel, and on Amazon as well. Just follow the link to purchase online
Until next time.
Sept. 30th is the release date for Forgotten Tennessee. You’ll be able to pick it up on Amazon as well as brick and mortar book stores, and anywhere else books are carried. Sat the 21st I attended Wine Around The Square in Murfreesboro, TN (courtesy of the RAA) where I was pleasantly surprised with 3 copies of my book sold quickly. Forgotten Tennessee and its content were, to say the least, well received.
What could possibly cap that? Finding out the Lynchburg_Times had put out a great review on Forgotten Tennessee! You can read it at https://bit.ly/2m7dAGq
Remember Sept 30th Forgotten Tennessee hits the streets! Or you can order NOW at https://www.amazon.com/Forgotten-Tennessee-Ba…/…/ref=sr_1_1…
Forgotten Tennessee will be showing at the Smyrna Artist Cooperative “Arttitude 2019” show. Sept 27th 6-9pm and Sept 28th for Depot Days.
Yes, I do mean everywhere that you can buy a book! From Amazon.com to Books-A-Million, Barnes and Noble, Walmart, Target etc.!
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Sept. 30th is the official release of my book Forgotten Tennessee. If you like the photos in this teaser, you’ll love the actual book. Where will you be able to buy Forgotten Tennessee? Barnes and Noble, Books-A-Million, Amazon.com as well as any store that has a decent book section, can’t wait to be the first to own a copy?
On the way to Chattanooga on an old highway there stood an old mill. It had obviously stood for quite some time and it’s weathered walls were a testament to this.
A window looks blindly down the road, I wonder how long it has done so?
The walls were pitted with age and holes the size of a fist were prevalent…
and the roof of the overhang was on it’s way to being more sky than wood.
At the base of the wall of the Mill was an opening where the underside stood open, here the Mill’s guts still stood.
Around the back stood a wall of some sort, I’m not sure what it was.
In the back wall a rectangular opening and a shelf held iron, stone and a bone? Offerings to a different time?