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This morning Mr. Uggs had a link to this set on Flickr. I don’t have the same Chicago roots or nostalgia levels as my fellow preroggers, but I do love a good abandoned building. According to the photographer:

Edgewater Hospital was founded in 1929 and most of the current buildings were constructions in the ’40’s – ’60’s. It’s famous as the birthplace of both John Wayne Gacy and Hillary Rodham Clinton. In 2001, the hospital abruptly closed its doors permanently when its management and many of its doctors were found guilty of committing Medicare fraud.

Photo by Comtesse DeSpair

The set is a treasury (and sometimes a children’s treasury) of empty hallways, a creepy morgue, strange equipment, labs, people’s medical records and funny signs. Judging by Comtesse’s other sets, abandoned buildings are kind of her thing.

It reminded me of a book my sister has. I love pictures of places left behind and the warm post apocalyptic feeling they give me.  As this same sister said, “Post Apocalypse is my favorite historical period.”

Which then got me thinking about my brief trip to New Orleans over a year ago.

I was there for a conference but dipped into the Lower 9th when a plucky volunteer offered to take me out of the French Quarter. It was awful and fascinating and sad all at once. The image above was taken almost two years after the hurricane.

I think what I like about the EMC photos, the Chernobyl book and to a lesser extent my pictures of NOLA is the idea that little pieces of the world are ending everywhere but we never get to see it unless we go looking.

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Check out Arjewtino‘s (h/t DCist) photos of tourists taking photos of the cherry blossoms.

The National Cherry Blossom Festival runs through April 13. I’ve only been down to the tidal basin during peak bloom once – on a foggy Tuesday morning last week during the group run. It was pretty serene thanks to the overcast weather and the mist in the air. Still, there were people setting up chairs and tripods at 6:30 am. However, based on my experience on the mall during the Kite Festival a couple of weeks ago (I did not know there were so many families with small children in America), I would not brave the daytime crowds.

Living in a tourist town is a new experience – my favorite game is “spot the Midwesterner” (hint: haircut can be the determining factor). I’ll try to refrain from the usual “those stupid tourists do not know how to stand on the right side of the escalator” complaints (though my short patience fuse does get even shorter when someone stands in between me and a race to the bottom of the escalator) and instead say that I love – LOVE! – it when tourists ask me for directions. Especially when someone asks me where the Metro is while standing within sight of both sides of a station entrance. Sure, they might travel in slow packs that take up the entire sidewalk, huddle together on Metro looking mildly frightened with their wallets strapped safely to their chests and generally have way too much respect for traffic laws, but when someone asks me how to get to X and I can tell them, I get the warm feeling of helping others and validation that walking around with a permascowl does in fact make me look like a local.

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