Sublunar Photography

This police station was built in the 1930s and it closed down in 1987 at which point it appears they simply closed the doors and walked away. The power, and even the lights, have been left on the whole time which has created a goldilocks scenario leaving everything frozen in time like some sort of museum dedicated to "law enforcement as it existed prior to the age of computers". Aside from the natural elements slowly creeping in, what was hidden here behind closed doors has remained locked up, forgotten and unseen by just about anyone for nearly forty years.

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You'd have to be impressively dumb to try your luck with a police station that still has power. And if you took one look at the place in person to learn all the details I'm not going to discuss here, the level of "dumb" required to attempt this location is so far beyond simply being unwise that it would surely indicate a "significant cognitive impairment, the level of which adversely affects decision-making abilities". Or something.

I've traveled from one end of the country to the other in search of things like this and things like this are usually just too good to be true. It's the kind of location you may dream about or see in movies but never actually find in real life; In the Detective Bureau, the daily schedule from 1987 was still hanging on the bulletin board, along with everthing else from that day. A faded photograph and accompanying fingerprints of an unidentified and unfortunate Jane Doe hung on the same board next to some FBI Most Wanted bulletins and other urgent communications. Stacks of photos of both the accused and their alleged victims lay scattered around desks and strewn across the floors where the wind, evidently (or ghosts, perhaps) had over the course of intervening decades eventually made its way through eroded windowframes and had scattered this ephermera throughout what was once the headquarters of the chief criminal investigators of their city who are themselves probably as dead now as the people in said photos were then. Mountains of police lights and radios, paperwork and evidence all fill the rooms in which they were left decades ago. Due to the amount of time that has passed, even some of the more mundane details stick out to me. A vase of perfectly preserved and long dead flowers still decorate the space. Typewriters sit at most desks with phones nearby and calendars from the 80's still hang on the walls. Notice I didn't say "computer", I said "typewriter", which is the name of an obsolete relic from the analog days of yore when the simple task of communicating was a far more manual and laborious task. And I'm not sure how long fluorescent bulbs were designed to last but the ones here must be setting some kind of longevity record at this point. Most were burned out. All breakers in the "ON" position.

Engaging in an adventure of this sort without any knowledge of anyone having done it before makes for a particularly rewarding experience (allegedly). No spoilers regarding what might be found inside; No helping hand guiding the way and no calming reassurance that one wouldn't immediately and unwillingly find oneself inside ...a slightly more active police station. All the stress and anxiety leading up to it and the feelings of regret for (allegedly) being anywhere near this place once inside, along with the intense mystery and dread that accompanies any true expedition into the uncharted darkness before you, combined with the excitement of discovery from room to room before culminating into the thrill of victory when it was all over; THIS, my friends, would have formed the trajectory of a very real and very wild ride across the extremeties of one's emotions. An expedition like this is as much an exploration of the landscape of the physical world as it is an exploration of the world inside your mind. To achieve success, we must first overcome the mental barriers which separate us from our goals. Only then are you adequately prepared to take on the physical barriers without losing your grip under pressure. I know how powerful and effective a motivator it is to simply know that "it has been done" and that is a luxury that was simply not known at this location, until I (and/or we) (allegedly) victoriously drove off into the sunset with this location fading away safely in the rearview mirror.

As someone who has been working dilligently for a long time toward the discovery of exactly these types of locations, I find it difficult to imagine anything that compares. Few active locations share the same level of risk and nearly all of them utterly lack the reward of a preserved 40 year time capsule such as this. As a result, this easily ranks among the most incredible locations I have ever seen and it's fair to say this is one of my/our greatest conquests (allegedly). At any rate, it's safe to assume that this post is confirmation that I (and/or we) am (/are) afflicted by the aforementioned "significant cognitive impairment" and it has obviously gone untreated for some time now.

I held off on posting this one for a while due to reasons.

This Fire Station was constructed in the 1930's. It appears to have shut down in ~1990.

The yellow truck is a mid-to-late 1980's Ford C900 series fire engine. It was surprising to find here considering that it was a current production model and probably still had that new car smell at the time of this station's closure. It could have been in use at another engine house until it was retired to the garage here, but it looks to me like it's been deteriorating where it sits for about as long as everything else. Even more surprising, though, was the one sitting next to it; The red truck is an American LaFrance Type 75 fire engine. This model was produced between 1915 and 1927. The Type 75 featured a 750gpm water pump and was the flagship model of its time. It's entirely possible that this Type 75 was in operation here in the early days of this facility.

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