Armley: You can go there at night, if you will
Armley Power Station: Bombarded with dangerous EMFs
I used to live near the Armley Power Station, a small ways from the canal in Leeds. I rarely walked past it at night since darkness mixed in with dangerous bodies of water on both sides is, in essence, the stuff of nightmares. Plus, it leaves you no where else to run. But I like that electric hum, even if it’s doing stuff to me while I’m near it. Unrelated, I heard they’re going to replace all the old orange streetlights at some point. I’ll be sad about that. I don’t much care for the processed, cold white-blue lights.
It was a always quieter brand of hum, unlike like standing near one of those gargantuan electricity pylons, where the buzz runs through you. You could hear it if you held your breath.
We decided to wander down at some stupid hour, on Valentine's day no less, to capture the lines. It's ugly and hypnotic. The soon-to-be obsolete orange light, with the mist and overcast sky, made everything all the more survival horror.
There are tons of railway bridges nearby that sound amazing when you catch a train going overhead further down the canal. We decided to stick around, watch for trains, and play around with light painting. I had a mini tripod, a DSLR, and an iPhone torch. The middle shot is where I caught one of the trains rushing past. And then it was getting on for about 3am, so we called it.
If your mate says, “I wanna go Thailand and hang with my brother and cousin", you know what to do. You ingratiate yourself into the plan, because Thailand. It was my first and, so far, only trip to Asia and I’ve been dreaming about those seas and skies ever since.
Seeking solace, healing, sanctuary?
You’ll find it in the Lake District, in the north of the UK. This is where you go to breath, smell the freshness, know yourself.
Leeds has a train station. Under that train station runs a canal. When it rains that looks canal swell, like it would swallow you whole. It really would.
Let it bee duly noted that if you stand too close to the sea, you’ll be warned away. The Giants Causeway is manned by tour shepherds, and it’s not as though they’re killjoys, but apparently I was pushing the limits. In fairness, it wouldn’t have been great to get washed away.
It’s the second deepest lake in the U.S. and the water is so pure it almost meets the standard of commercially distilled water—just 0.004% off.
Keough Hot Springs is an excellent place to while away a morning. With the mountains on both sides and electricity pylons overhead, it’s a bizarrely beautiful spot.
After a brief frolic we drove an hour down the road and pulled in to watch the stars. It was after sundown, before moonrise, and I’ve never seen a sky like it.
Just as we passed a few warning signs heading onto the long, unending road into the heart of it, the GPS started going crazy—it kept trying to have us make a u-turn right in the middle of nowhere, off-road, to head into non-existence.
It’s weird, breathtaking, and—perhaps because I’m dramatic—feels dangerous. Then again, there are signs everywhere reminding you to drink water and such.
Highlights included Vegas being dubbed “Atomic City” in the ‘50s, since mushroom clouds could be seen from Vegas during nuclear testing in the desert, and the dark history of mobsters like Bugsy Siegel, who were all up in that gambling biz.