The Dead

blackmask/pvd Site Icon The Dead


As stated before, we had tried and failed to visit the dead train cars on the northern end of Aquidneck Island before. But this second trip was successful. We also took a look at a couple other spots that managed to deliver a whole lot of average.

This time around we started good and late in the day. None of that wake up early and get out there crap. Around lunch time, the day kicked off with a plate of eggs and fell-on-the-floor-bacon for my friend, and a cup of chilli with American cheese for me. Blech. After gagging that shit down, we figured the day couldn’t get worse.

The first spot we checked out looked like what had once been a restaurant and inn, directly across the street from the diner. Getting onto the property was a little weird, because it was surrounded on all sides by homes, and for whatever reason everyone decided to go out and mow their lawn at the same time. Now, from the road, this place looked like it had a clean yard, and some landscape machinery of its own, and we were worried about how abandoned it actually was. Upon closer inspection, the answer turned out to be, very, very, abandoned. The place looked like, a very long time ago, it had been completely sealed shut. We happened upon a spot with a board removed and found a mangled kitchen, full of broken plates, smashed walls and shredded fibreglass insulation. But man, the worst part was probably the smell. There was plenty of light getting in from were we stood, but the room still looked dark. Everything was coated in thick black mold and reeked of pneumonia and death. So, I definitely wasn’t going in there. You are more than welcome too, just make sure you bring some bleach to take a bath in after you leave. Read more...

blackmask/pvd Site Icon The Park Mill


This was a random find while out on a bike ride around the central part of the state. Since it faced a local highway, I figured I would “make a note of it” and try to come back for pictures another day, and probably incredibly early in the morning. A few weeks went by, and while this my next visit was pending, I discovered that a friend of a friend was pretty familiar with the spot, so we coordinated a trip for the next weekend. Upon arrival, we received the first surprise when we found his entry had been very recently sealed up. It was a busy spot, and for a few awkward minutes we stood in the parking lot that faced the road, inept delinquents on display while we tried to come to a conclusion as to what to do next. We decided to punt and made a second attempt. It turns out that we had seriously overcomplicated this, and probably embarrassed ourselves trying to get in once again — though, we did manage to. Read more...

blackmask/pvd Site Icon Bruce Mill


After batting a thousand the weekend before, we decided to go check out a spot I’ve driven past for years and never bothered to check out. The attraction was a stately old factory left to rot at the intersection of two state highways that ran through town. This old mill had once been part of the thriving jewellery industry that helped build the town. The business closed sometime during the 90s, and the factory was shuttered soon afterwards. The site eventually saw a bit of life again after being updated, subdivided, and converted for reuse as shopping and studio units. Apparently the site was host to a Hapkido dojo, a ballet studio, and someone who painted those awful, weird, creepy oil portraits from those equally abysmal photographs of your kids from Sears. Fortunately for everyone, that place went out of business.

The location itself was a mixed bag of “seen-it” and totally weird, unique stuff. More than anything, I was struck by just how mangled the place was. Before long, it felt like there was nothing left to photograph on the inside (other than the typical long hallways and macros of peeling paint) and I kept having that urge to climb out onto the roof and take pictures of the building itself. But the ground floor was hard cement, and the gravel roof was more holes than roof. Read more...

blackmask/pvd Site Icon The Horse's Concrete Neck & Newport No‑Stops


Sometimes you hit the wall. Sometimes you hit the wall because you didn’t know it was there, and as near as you could tell, someone just finished putting one up just to shit on your Sunday morning.

This trip was the result of a whole 12 hours of planning, which consisted mostly of me saying that I was bored and wanted to go do something, and a buddy of mine telling me to shut up because tomorrow we’d go check out the old defence towers at Horseneck Beach, which he had visited a bunch when he was a kid. Having never visited that stub toe of land south of I–195 Westbound between Tiverton, New Bedford, I figured a trip through the East Bay sounded like a good plan. The other 11 hours was then spent getting drunk and passing out. Read more...