Bates Motel

Like I mentioned in a previous post, the road is full of treasures. Like this terrifying old motel. After stopping to shoot a few random roadside goodies, and getting shot down at a few other great places due to the snow being too deep to pull my car off to the side of the road without getting stuck; we came across this place. 

What was left of the sign was strangled in vines.

Looking inside some of the old rooms it's hard to imagine what this place might have been like when it was in use. There was almost nothing left. The walls and ceiling had long rotted away, and the few pieces of furniture still inside were covered in what was the ceiling. 

A rusty boiler with an angry face.

I remember growing up not too far from one of these old forgotten motels. In a lot of ways it was very similar to this one, and I remember thinking whenever we would drive past, that I would never ever go in there. It was a place that belonged in nightmares and horror movies; not a place that should exist in anyone's real life. That was over twenty years ago, and here I am now, spending most of my free time seeking out these creepy old buildings and wandering around inside of them. It's strange how easily a fear can become something we find comfort in after facing and conquering that fear. 

Photos taken with a Canon 60D, using a Canon 20mm f/2.8 lens.