I'm Kyle, I'm 21, and I like taking photos in abandoned houses and forests. I moved to Eugene Oregon from Chicago in January. This blog is all original content. A lot of the shots are self portraits. If you have any questions, comments, etc, I'd love to hear from you!
Anonymous asked: Do you ever take things from the abandoned houses? Like in your most recent photoset there was this really cool walnut glass container and I would've taken that. Also do you ever wonder what happened to these places? Like how they became abandoned.
No, I don’t like taking things or breaking things in abandoned places. I like for it to always look the same because I know other people like exploring these places too. And I do wonder. Usually it’s just that people get old and die and all the young people move to the cities. Most abandoned houses I go to that are full of stuff are the result of an old person dying, and not having family to take the possessions so it all sits and rots.
Anonymous asked: Hey, what do you do for a living? Seeing as you said you travel frequently (I'm sure that's not cheap) and you said you're moving to newyork (that's not cheap either) but you do NOT have to answer this if you do not want to.
I take the photos that I post here for a living. Selling prints through galleries and commission work and whatever. I’m also making a photo book right now. I don’t make a lot, but I travel really frugally and I don’t spend much money.
Anonymous asked: Hey, where was that ghost town at? If you don't mind sharing(:
Haa I have like 50 messages like this. People always complain when I do this, but I don’t plan on posting the location publicly, especially since I’ve seen many comments talking about vandalizing/stealing from the homes and buildings. I want places like these to remain in good condition because there are so few towns like this left, and telling a large audience about them would not keep it preserved. I do not believe it would be very difficult to find the location if you do some research though!
I found a ghost town while driving though the midwest. I spent the day wading through dead grass and exploring the vacant homes. A rusty water tower lay on the outskirts of the town and the yards were littered with old cars.
New life took over the town. Birds had built nests in many of the homes and there was a dead lamb in one. As it grew dark it began to rain. I picked the house with the cleanest bed and slept inside as I listened to rain drip through holes in the ceiling and patter on the roof. I woke up early to the sounds of raccoons near me on the stairs.