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Other Houses of Memory (visited 2010 - 2014)

I think we all know that: places that we have visited, which no longer exist as a "abandoned place" today. Demolished, destroyed or renovated. They live on only in our memory and on our photos.

I have collected here a selection of such places.

 

 

Maison Heinen (LUX, visited 08/2010)

- renovated and re-inhabited -

 

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Maison Thiry (LUX, visited 08/2010)

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Maison Traufler (LUX, visited 08/2010)

- partly demolished, partly renovated and re-inhabited -

 

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Maison Zahles II aka Maison des Gouttes (LUX, visited 08/2010)

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Villa Lambin aka Maison Rose (BE, visited 03/2014)

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Tree Mansion aka Maison de Paille (BE, visited 05/2012)

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Villa Albert (BE, visited 05/2013

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Villa Hektor aka Maison Champagne (BE, visited 05/2012)

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Maison Denis aka Maison dans la soirée (BE, visited 05/2012)

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Chateau PR aka Chateau Clochard (FR, visited 07/2012)

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Villa DAS aka Villa Wallfahrt aka Maison de la Croix (BE, visited 08/2011

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3 hours ago, Lenston said:

Nice pictures Andy :) Hope your well 

 

Thanks. :)

I'm not really well, but at least I'm ok.

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Some fantastic locations there Andy. Thanks for sharing these. Pics 13 and 14 are great :thumb

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Thank you. :) 

I got a lot of criticism for the photos 13 & 14 a few years ago - because it would be arranged / decorated stupid and disrespectful.
Of course, I'm aware that the dead birds haven't died in this position. But fact is, that I've found the birds there like that; and so I photographed them in this arrangement as well.

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Bloody beautiful that m8ty. Some stonking pics there thx m8ty

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8 hours ago, coolboyslim said:

Bloody beautiful that m8ty. Some stonking pics there thx m8ty

 

Thanks! :) 

 

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Sad to see places get demolished or burnt, thanks for sharing these though! Those dead birds must have been wild to walk in on.

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Such an awesome collection of images, and its a sad reminder that some fine buildings have disappeared .

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Thank you! :) 

Yes, I agree; it's really sad that some of these buildings have disappeared due to demolition or fire.

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Fantastic thread. Really enjoyed looking through that. Your shots are excellent. 

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5 hours ago, WildBoyz said:

Fantastic thread. Really enjoyed looking through that. Your shots are excellent. 

 

Thanks! :) 

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Thats a great collection of shots from some stunning locations. Nicely done Andy

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Thanks, DirtyJigsaw!

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How have I missed this?? Absolutely stunning, my favourite is #7, I would love that picture on my wall :) 

 

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