1/11/13

Abandoned: The Orange School in East St Louis

My excursions into the world are absurd, rife with fascinating mischief, bloated with unexpected adventure, and are always complicated by my compromised (flash burned) vision.

I find this enjoyable but Darren wasn't in the mood today when I turned a corner in east St. Louis, hit a piece of extended rebar from a crumbling sewer cover and blew out a tire. Whoops.

The back story: Last week I was driving along St Claire Ave in East STL when I detoured onto a side street to view the housing stock and saw an abandoned Mediterranean Revival school that had - I thought - orange limestone.

That was really exciting. Limestone was mined and I couldn't grasp what mineral had infiltrated it to produce the orange color. I didn't get out of the car to inspect the building and a week later realized I had been hilariously betrayed by my vision.

When we eventually arrived at our destination I discovered it was an orange glaze on the terra cotta which resonated with the barrel tiles on the roof.

It is exquisite.

We were driving through what was left of a neighborhood. Many of the homes had been razed. Traces of alleys remained, now paths, and sometimes I saw brick pavers but the alleys has been abandoned. Roll out carts were in use on the streets. Every street had deep and numerous potholes.

I stopped to photo an architectural relic and my favorite street hardware: a manhole cover with concentric circles. I was sneezing when I got back into the car and Darren asked if I was allergic to poverty. I sighed.

I saw a telephone phone that had snapped near its base.

We took a right back onto St Claire, I encountered the rebar and boom: an instant flat. I called Triple A then Darren and I strolled the area. I gathered and admired rocks from the train tracks that were laden with minerals: mica and pyrite.

Darren was bored and found an abandoned off ramp behind a chain link fence. A white man driving a utility truck called out to us asking if we were OK. You're in a really bad neighborhood he said. Why, I said to Darren, because only black people live here? We're fine, I told the driver. I have a lot of cash on me, Darren said, all worried we were going to be robbed. Again, I sighed.

An hour later a Forgiveness Truck pulled up and left the engine running the entire 20 minutes it took to change the tire. I'm reflected in its window.

We were now enroute to the Orange School as I was calling it.

I wonder if Michael Allen knows about this Darren wondered as we wandered the parameter of the compound.

Slate steps, I announced as we examined the disintegrating staircase.

Click on any photo to embiggen.

Snapped utility pole:

The Church of East St. Louis.

Excelsior Manhole cover.

Abandoned alley:

Abandoned brick:

Abandoned sycamore:

Abandoned infrastructure maintenance: Exposed rebar:

Abandoned off ramp:

Abandoned flat:

Cute squat hydrant. Working condition unknown but pointless in the midst of abandonment.

The tracks with mineral rich rocks. Thanks Universe!

Thank God I'm Forgiven! So it says on the door.

St Patrick's School and Church:

The gorgeous orange glaze.

Crumbling slate steps. Slate has always been a bad choice for a building material. Sure, slate roofs had up to 50 year life before replacement. That's a good record but slate steps were a bad choice :

The range of color to the bricks chosen for this building represent vision. The muted colors make the orange glaze pop:

Interesting that a building was erected during The Depression:
Lead paint fall out:
St Patrick's Church built in the 50s with some sleek polished granite columns beneath crazy capitals with bee hive, saw, shell, ornate leaves, and crosses.
The back of the school, the convent with a cross on the downspout, terra cotta spindles on what may have been the rectory, and the chimney:
An article I found online that references St Patrick's: http://www.eslarp.uiuc.edu/ibex/archive/nunes/esl%20history/esl_police.htm

12/11/12

The Pole

I'm astonished that utility poles are still in existence. I am. I had expected everything to be wireless by 2010.

You know I'm lucky. I had a close encounter with a lodgepole pine pole around the corner from my house while walking Beau. It was really exciting because this particular pole has some unique markings. I stalked it for a few days. Beau was completely indifferent but he did lift a leg to provide more marking.

Lodgepole pine is a fast growing evergreen.

For those of you who find hidden messages everywhere you won't always be my baby.

Diaper Bond in Bricks

This is off the noose: A diaper bond design on bricks instead of bricks used in the diaper bond.

I know! I'll change the gray background color but only when I get some time.

  • 11/16/12

    Driving with Darren

    My Friday afternoon outing with Darren took us to this corner: Cates and Clarendon in north St. Louis where I spotted the mini turret. Our tour was limited to the area bordered by Goodfellow, Delmar, Page, and Kingshighway.

    Across the street from the turret this abandoned four family:
    This building baffled me. Someone started to apply white paint on the top right and stopped. The board up wasn't completed. Can you see how the arches and the quoining resonate.

    Those bricks are gold.

    Darren applauding the gold brick:

    The third corner:
    We drove on. Look closely at the columns on the front of this house on Raymond Ave. The capitals had blown out and were covered by siding. No shit, check that out! This was the first time I've ever seen blown terra cotta capitals. I'm guessing the very top of the capital was exposed the freezing water and it blew out the seams. See the other photos below that support my theory.
    Truly exceptional brickwork on Raymond Ave:
    Blown out capital and a view of the armature:
    Brick retaining wall on Academy and Raymond:
    Fluer-de-lis above the porch:
    Take a drive on Shawnmut for some unique Arts and Crafts homes:
    Most shallow building award. Check out the lack of depth: