=timerelease-ue is bidding youtube goodbye as they applied for and have been granted deviantART film privileges!

I haven't yet decided if I'm going to continue mirroring our videos at our youtube account or not, so for the meantime all content that's there will stay.

We now proudly bring to you in our deviantART film debut... Drumroll, please!



We're still working on the second update in our chronicles, so please bear with us!



As it's been long awaited, probably mostly by me more than anything because I am the anxious type who likes to have these kinds of things filed into categorized memory for posterity, updates, photos, stories and video from TR-ue's last explorative adventure are finally here!

Photos are still a work in progress, but will be trickling in here little by little.

I've been pondering for awhile how to go about the writing of this first entry into the chronicles of our adventures and initially I was going to meld the recounts told by *MichelleLynn725 in with my own to form one organized structure. After reading how perfectly and lyrically written her detailed recounts of the story are, it's best to leave them unedited. Never mess with perfection.

To summarize things from my point of view, it'd be a run-down like this:

7 visits spun out over 5 locations in 5 days at a grueling pace we wouldn't have any other way. Hours of intensive research and late-night plotting. Successfully pulling off ninja-style moves that I think surprised even us. The Good Doctor getting bumped around, scraped up and down, bruised all over, bitten from head to toe by every biting insect possible even with the use of "muscle sheen" while ML escaped these physical souvenirs. However, she didn't escape the muscle aches, soreness and stiffness the following day! That following morning we awoke to find that it hurt like hell even to manage a small cough...

Our days consisted literally of nothing else other than sleep, coffee, endless liquid refreshment, burger joints, driving, exploring, uploading, no time to look over the photos together as we had done on our first venture, barely enough time to upload and clear out the memory cards for the following day. Me, forcing myself to stay awake into the night because thoughts and ideas on our finds from each day's events pounded and pulsed away in my mind. I would fall asleep murmuring about our finds. My body slept, but my mind never did. I'd shoot up out of bed each morning ready within 20 minutes to jump in the car and GO.

All this during the only heat wave of 90°+ temperatures that the New England area has seen all summer.

New evidence was found and souvenirs were acquired and as I promised many of you, no further delay in what those finds were. We found gems that were just WAY TOO GOOD to even THINK of leaving behind.

- A room filled with nothing but autopsy reports, some dating back almost 100 years and medical manuals scattered and strewn ALL over the place.

- Nearly all the doors removed from the hinges, and holes drilled through the floor that peered into the floor below in one location, cementing that demolition is 100% without a doubt pending.

- Blanks, some in neat piles, others tossed about the floor in the above mentioned location.

- A heap of child's size hospital gowns tossed about.

- An autopsy room complete with cadaver drawers that unfortunately was a disappointment.

- Empty, unused medicine bottles with the location's name imprinted accross the tops.

- Small amounts of dried blood in unlabeled, untested tubes.

- BLUEPRINTS. Yes, blueprints. Blueprints dating back to 1938 for the location who's future is on the chopping block.

We ended our trip with a repetitive drive-by scoping that should have heckled the deputy dogs and gotten their little lights flashing but for some reason they were non-existent that day... All the well to our advantage.

The future is ours and by hook and determination, and if there is an abandonment near YOU, we will be there.

- Doc D


It's only been twice so far that I have ventured 5 hours north to meet up with Dr. Daemon in person so that we could do the Abandonmentz thing but there are patterns that have developed in that time and we'd like to share the controlled chaos of these events.
For anyone who has ever wished to tag along with us, this is how we do it.

First, if you want to follow Dr. Daemon's end of handling things, you have to do the following...
1) Relentlessly reasearch your ass off... and I mean OFF.
2) Be mentally ill enough to EAT, BREATHE AND CRAP this stuff for days on end until zero-hour.
3) Be computer savvy and know WTF you're talking about before making one move in any direction towards an Abandonment.

She feverishly taps and hounds all info-sources and makes endless detailed notes and precison-scribbles on every map of what's going on with each abandonment which includes info on how best to approach it as a photo opportunity AND as a guarded off-limits-to-the-public, high profile historic structure. Timing, levels of security, amounts of daylight verses night, known booby-traps, and all ficticious rumors are finely combed and honed into a managable play for undetected and successful access.
She discernedly shakes the hands, makes the phone calls and arranges all HOWs and WHENs with tedaciously hard-won accuracy.
She also makes the transportation arrangements from our meeting place to the abandonments - and figures out in which order we hop them for how long.

She calculates weather, legalities, all spiritual and mundane limitations & obstacles, she figures in alternate routes and she makes provisions for all related consequences involved.
THEN she allows for her creativity to follow and makes room for Dr. Daemon photos, documentary stops and spontaneous videos. She's also unoffically in charge of some other things like the details of our camera operations, and all software applications and programs we need to use and how to use them.

Want to play the character of ME instead?
It's mostly recalling everything you've ever learned or experienced about gravity, velocity & suspension, (physics) forensics, metals, masonry & carpentry, electricity, plumbing, poisons, insects, psychology, past and present locksmithing, rigging,
history of medical instruments, procedures & documenting, knowing some things about stealth & camouflage, noise, emergency rescue practices, pathology, natural disasters and disintegration processes of most materials and their varying integrities - natural and "unnatural"
AND, most importantly, knowing a little about some protocals that licensing boards, officals and labormen of the state have to follow and why.

In other words, I do nothing but know shit and manage the "git er done", physical force end of things, safe and sound.

At the start of an Abandonmentz trip, I sweat the bus schedule and ticket prices for a week but don't look at them, read all Dr. Daemon's notes and then forget everything, fight with my place of employment over vacation availability, stay up sleepless for two days, work a 13-hour shift RIGHT before packing my shit, and walking the two miles to the train that takes me to the city with about 80 pounds of needed tools (both hardware and software) for Abandonmentz access and First Aid equipment on my back. (Well, no - about 9 pounds of that is actually around my legs in the pockets of my EMT pants.)

Along the way, I incidentally meet and mentally file away about a dozen strangers to professionally network with and befriend in the future, and then I lose track of my money and bus ticket after I get coffee that won't do any good from the convenience store around the corner from GreyHound.

It's expected that the bus stops in New York for a minute and that's where I decide to give a shout out to in Manhattan and anyone else living or making their transient way through NYC.

5 hours later, both me and the Doc end up collecting ourselves in a rental car once I reach my destination. Brain meets Brawn and off we go.

The Doc and I speak in code from this point on.
Why? Because of my horrific memory disorder.
Instead of referencing the names of specific Abandoned Hospital buildings, she must use phrases like,
" The Chair"
"The Laundry"
"Your Room"
"The Dead Building"
"Oatmeal Floor"
"Water Basement"
"Turd Roof"...

The mental FlashCard method works.

So our day begins.
For some reason Dunkin Donuts is the spokes-coffee supplier for TimeRelease-UE. I fuquing HATE Dunkin Donuts coffee, but I don't mind it knowing this is the easiest place to hit according to our path of travel and open hours to whatever Abandonment we're heading for.
If you can drink 50 cent NYC coffee from a filthy steaming vending cart, you can happily enjoy ANY beverage.

Once we've got our food and hydration needs packed for the day, there's nothing left to do but pick up the pace and stick to the plans.
The drive up to the first Abandonment of the day involves going over all the details verbally, while Dr. Daemon is behind the wheel and I go through all the equipment making sure batteries are charged, memory cards are sorted and the cameras are cleaned and functioning properly...
"Cameras?"
"Check.
"Cigarettes?"
"Check."
"Grappling hook?"
"Check..."

By the time doing inventory is over, we've reached our destination and we send text messeges to all those who'd need to know our whereabouts in case we don't come back.

- Then Dr. Daemon breaks out the "Muscle Sheen"....

...To be continued.



MichelleLynn and I have made several short spontaneous video clips while on the many locations we've visited ever since our first trip. Somehow during our trips, the humor finds a door to slip in through and it overtakes the situation and ourselves and we fully welcome it, succumb to it, and for this most recent trip, we've fully embraced it.

Two clips have already been on our youtube account for a few weeks now; a little taste of what's been on the burner to come.

I've taken the editing with our videos a bit futher this time and we are proud to present the two newest and latest additions to TR-ue's youtube account!

People ARE In the Hallway

I Know You Are NOT Going To Twitter

Enjoy the show!




TimeRelease-UE is the ongoing project born from a field trip adventure of "insanely therapeutic" urban exploring between Dr. Daemon (aka =thedaemonspawn ) of =Dark-Arts-Asylum and a patient of The Asylum, *MichelleLynn725.

Dr. Daemon and MichelleLynn are diehard and dedicated in their shared passion for taking the path less chosen, headstrong to enter through the doors of the unknown to most in their solemn photographic appreciation with a Jay & Silent Bob antics style.

From abstractly peeling lead paint on darkened, eerie caged staircase, rays of the morning sun spilling onto the floor through broken window panes, rusty machinery gears ground to a never-ending halt, to old bed frames and pillows splattered about an old patient ward, Dr. Daemon and MichelleLynn unearth what is too seldomly seen through their photography.




TimeRelease-UE gets its name from the very sense of what urban exploring is all about- Releasing and reliving the time and the history held frozen within the walls and behind the doors that are locked forever. Its acronym is TR-UE in the most genuine meaning of the word and dedication to this project; to the respect and love for the histories of each location by the explorers.

Every building has its own history and its own stories waiting to be unearthed and heard. The explorers of TR-ue consider it to be the utmost privilege to pull these untold stories out and bring them in their beautifully decayed, derelict state to light through their photography.

Each building has a story to tell, and TR-ue is listening.