Abandoned Relics | industrial abandonment dragged along by the Zombies

I really thought I’d move on from the Zombie thing by now. {If I’d had my head screwed on straight I would have planned for a month or two of this, or even just changed the blog’s theme, because, let’s face it, this is what I love, and, well, I have hundreds, maybe thousands, of photos – and they’re not going away any time soon. Hi, my name is Michele and I’m an obsessive collector of Zombie photos.}

I swear, I have all these great, shiny photos I’d love to show you of interiors and kids. Yes, folks, I said kids. Tons of great kid pictures, and they’ll surely be grown before you see them. And a few more Stand-ins laying around.

But here we are. The universe of Zombies keeps dragging me back in. Leigh for sure wants to address the Zombie movie front, so I have to hit up the Netflix. I’ve been hearing about what they’re calling Zombie mortgages. And I’m reading a book where they are currently drinking Pink Zombie vodka cocktails – which I am desperately trying to find with the Google to no avail because that just sounds awesome.

So here you go. Here are some of my Abandoned Relics. I chose these because they look like they’re coming for you. Like the Zombies.