Urban Explorer Jonathan Haeber broke into Neverland one evening in late 2007 and took some photographs. He posted his images at Bearnings. Flash forward to the present -- Jonathan reposted his thoughts, this time with a lot more images. Haunting words and story:
Saying Goodbye to Neverland and Michael Jackson
I wanted to make this post, not simply to jump on the bandwagon of the media outpouring for Michael Jackson. I'm not here to judge his life or talk about his finances, or his troubled past, or the allegations, or even Bubbles. I'm writing this simply to tell a story. It's a story that I didn't really have the inclination to say before. Now that Michael's "Ranch" no longer exists, and the rides dismantled it simply stands as a bank-owned shadow of its former self, I wanted say a few things about my experience at Neverland, and the truth behind how I was able to get in.
In many ways, I feel this is sort of a confession. I never saw Neverland as an interesting place. At first, I didn't understood its potential to tell a photographic story. As someone who finds significance in historic architecture, I neither saw Neverland as significant, nor historic. All of that changed.
In December of 2007, I was on my way down to Ventura for the Holidays. I had taken multiple trips down the 101 before. Each trip, I made it a point to stop at a roadside abandonment to photograph at night. As it invariably is every December, just prior to Christmas, the radios are filled with the repetitious yuletide jingles of yore. Usually, the six-hour drive is bearable if I switch from one station to the next - between commercials. This particular drive down, I grew weary of the music. I'm not exactly sure why Michael came to mind. Part of it probably had to do with the silence and the habit of mine to imagine music in my head in such moments. It's also possible that I passed the off-ramp for Los Olivos and thought of the place, only to think of it more and more. Whatever it was, the idea of then-abandoned Neverland began to roll around in my mind. The radio was off, and I began mentally turning over rocks in the process. What did Neverland mean about Michael? Then the big one loomed: Why couldn't Neverland be 'historic' in my mind?
Here are four of the photographs -- gorgeous work:
