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Sandy Hook R.S Watkins & Sons Inc

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A year and a half ago, this very location was on my itinerary, a pin on the map during my exploration of Connecticut's forgotten corners.  My journeys often resemble a carefully curated list, each destination a line item waiting to be crossed off. Like a bowler aiming for a strike, I systematically documented each location, capturing the essence of these abandoned spaces before moving on to the next. My friend J, a fellow explorer with an eye for the overlooked, had urged me to visit this particular factory. Its potential for "infiltration and quick documentation" was promising, he assured me. Yet, somehow, amidst the whirlwind of exploration, it slipped through the cracks. Distracted by a companion more accustomed to scaling Manhattan skyscrapers than navigating the ruins of industry, I prioritized shared experiences over my own list.  We traversed different towns and cities, seeking out hidden gems of abandonment, but the metal manufacturer remained unchecked, a silent

B’nai Adath Kol Beth Yisrael Shul Demolished

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You can discover a compelling collection of this shul on the " Abandoned New York " Instagram page. Despite several attempts, I've never managed to enter this particular synagogue in my neighborhood—it just never panned out. My explorations were further thwarted when the roof collapsed in January before I could explore inside one last time. I considered making an attempt during its demolition, but by then, much of the synagogue had already been dismantled, compromised by its precarious lean against a neighboring occupied apartment building. Sometimes, despite our best efforts, we must accept the stark realities of life: we win some, we lose some. In Bedford-Stuyvesant Brooklyn, the Hebrew Israelite congregation once vibrated with the echoes of prayers within the walls of their 19th-century shul. However, a tragic event in 2017 cast a long shadow over this historical edifice. A 71-year-old roofer, while attempting to repair the roof, inadvertently set it ablaze with his to

Doubt Casts Shadow on Future of BQX Streetcar Project

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Brooklyn-Queens Connector (BQX) streetcar project may have gone belly up during the COVID-19 pandemic. It was proposed as a $2.7 billion streetcar linking Red Hook, Brooklyn to Astoria, Queens in 2016 by then-Mayor DeBlasio. Unfortunately, the pandemic put a dent into these plans when the city estimated a $7.4 billion shortfall in their gaping budget as tax revenue plunged when businesses and people were put on "pause" for months. An environmental review did not even start yet before it was nixed. Public meetings have not been forthcoming and during this time the Trump administration was not in the mood to help with federal funding of mass public transit in New York City.     As you can see in the video above by the Brooklyn Eagle , the media presentation mockup showcases the Alstom Citadis tram, the very same one that rots away now, which was featured in a late 2017 campaign to promote the proposed Brooklyn-Queens Connector. This streetcar line aims to connect Red Hook in

Bridgeport Progressive Plating Technology Inc

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  Years had passed since my last trek through the crumbling corridors of this former industrial workhouse, its demise a poignant reminder of time's relentless march. Yet, drawn once again to the allure of abandoned places, my friend A and I embarked on a journey to the bountiful abandonment mecca of Connecticut. I first stumbled upon this place in the early days of Google Street View's infancy, a tool that revolutionized urban exploration. With just a few clicks, explorers like myself could find, verify, and scout locations from the comfort of our own homes. As I honed my skills, Google Maps pins multiplied, guiding me to remote sites far from my doorstep. Approaching the former industrial site, it was evident that security was lax, a fact betrayed by the gaping holes in the fence and the numerous open doorways. Nature had begun its reclamation, tall weeds and bushes concealing our approach as we made our way toward the yawning entrance. As we ventured inside, the emptiness of

The Deborah Chapel in Hartford’s Frog Hollow

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  The venerable Deborah Chapel stands at the fringe of Hartford's Frog Hollow neighborhood, adjacent to a Jewish cemetery. This 137-year-old structure, with its distinctive red-brick facade cloaked in climbing vines, echoes the stories of a once-thriving Jewish community. Constructed in 1886, the chapel was initially managed by the Hartford Ladies’ Deborah Society, an auxiliary composed of Jewish women immigrants from Germany. These women found a community in Hartford and a sacred duty in maintaining their cultural and religious practices. The Deborah Chapel served a pivotal role as a mortuary where the deceased were prepared for burial per the Jewish ritual of Tahara. This solemn and respectful procedure involves washing and dressing the deceased, traditionally performed by women. This practice underscores the chapel's historical significance within the community, reflecting a deep reverence for the rites of passage. During the 1930s, Hartford's Jewish population reached i

Newark's Kingsland Drum and Barrel

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  In the dwindling light of day, my first foray into an area earmarked for its industrial quietude was met with an unexpected hustle and bustle. Vehicles, in a steady stream, traversed back and forth along Station Road that, by all accounts, should have been deserted. It was a stark contrast to the preconceived desolation I had envisioned for such an industrial space. This initial encounter set the stage for what was to become a series of visits, each revealing more layers to the story of a place caught in the throes of transformation. My second attempt to delve deeper into this evolving landscape was thwarted by construction crews who had laid siege to the roadway. Mere meters from where vehicles once freely entered, now stood a barrier of progress, digging into the earth, reshaping the roadway. It seemed as though every attempt to connect with this place was met with another obstacle, pushing my curiosity further. By the time of my third visit, change had swept over the site with a v