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Despite a recent paint job, the factory still sits empty.

An homage to everyone's favorite prehistoric cartoon family.

Most-visited and most-photographed slot canyon in the American Southwest.

The installation’s official name, “You Who Are Getting Obliterated in the Dancing Swarm of Fireflies,” says it all.

A sharp bend in a dramatic river canyon cut through red rocks.

Rippling sand dunes frozen in the Arizona rock.

The remains of this hell for leather wild west town can still be found in the Arizona desert.

Naturally formed white marble arch housed in an abandoned marble quarry from the 1800s.

The bears may be gone, but their old cages can still be found.

Run by a eugenics advocate, this aging institution conducted secret radiation experiments sponsored by Quaker Oats.

This abandoned neighborhood is now a park filled with beautiful trees, wildflowers, and hints of its past.

Once the largest public hospital for the mentally ill was also surrounded by controversy.

In the middle of a New England forest sit the crumbling ruins of World War II-era ammunition storage bunkers.

Ralph Waldo Emerson spent two years living here decades before it became a Frederick Law Olmsted-designed park.

This angular brutalist playground turns playtime into modern art time.

An unusual art exhibition in a suburban yard is designed to awaken the souls of those flowing by.

This abandoned, windowless concrete block is one of the strangest buildings in Tulsa.

Earth's tallest volcano is sacred to Native Hawaiians, and home to a dozen world-class observatories.

Following the trail of an old metro line, this scenic path is haunted by a creepy spriggan statue.

Giant, friendly pelicans in Central London, the most unlikely of places.

Six ravens are kept captive (but well-fed) at the Tower of London to prevent the fall of the Crown.

The remains of Crystal Palace Great Exhibition of 1851.

This wildly-tiled artist's palace is a living and growing account of the creator's life, loves, and labors.

In this cobwebbed old operating theater, you can practically hear the screams of the unanesthetized patients.