Yep, that’s right, creepy old abandoned buildings.

Sunday was a nice photo-day. The wife and I headed out to two abandoned mills in the area – Longmont Mill (I think it’s called), which was closed in 1978, and Golden West Mill, which was closed in 1979. First stop was Longmont Mill in the morning (a little late in the morning for the best light, but oh well):

We had driven by the building late the night before. At that time, the place had a very eerie vibe to it. Upon returning in the morning, it was quite different. I should note that since there were fences around the entire place and plenty of “No Tresspassing” signs, we did not enter the building or go past the fences. Walking around the perimeter, the building had a fairly calm feeling, with an old musty smell in the air. The various articles strewn about the area definitely gave an impression of time having passed by.

This was a pretty good photo shoot. I personally would have liked to have gotten closer to the buildings or gone inside, but I’m new at this and didn’t want to press my luck.

OK, so I’ve come to the realization that my post layouts are pretty lacking…bare with me, I’m working on it

Next up was the old Golden West Mill in downtown Longmont. To avoid the high-noon sun, we came back later in the afternoon. Could have made it even later, but again, oh well. This building had a very different feeling from the last. Something felt just…wrong…about this place. The building reminds me of something out of a ’70s psycho-thrasher flick, so I think my image processing reflects that Right off the bat, I could tell that nothing good has come of this place in a long, long time. I could almost feel the very negative energy from past events here.

I have no idea what this really is, but it was interesting. And gave a sense of the age of the building As we got closer to the building and made our way in between the main building and a side building, some strange feeling started developing in the pit of my stomach. Something wasn’t right. It almost felt as if someone – or something was watching us, and was not happy about us being there. We were quite startled when a door – door number 2 – actually opened. I don’t know if it was just our imagination, someone/something trying to scare us away, or just the wind. But that was enough for us. [note: I don't remember if the door was just marked with "2" or if there was other number there. All I know is the photo only shows a 2, so that's how I'll refer to it.]

I doubt I’ll be returning here any time soon. Once is enough for me. This place didn’t have the musty, old smell of the Longmont Mill – the stench of death suffocated the entire area. I honestly would not be surprised if there is a dead body somewhere in that building…but that’s not something I’ll be investigating personally.