This is the far interior of the hotel, where the darkness made the shag carpet seem to move whenever the trees outside swayed. That is to say, constantly.
Spare parts ready for this building’s reactivation.
After climbing the elevator shaft to the illusive second level, a new pallet of colors were revealed.
Squinting from the top floor through the skyway, one can feel small, like they’re in a heavy industrial dollhouse.
Looking toward the Female Infirmary Ward from the long, glass, Conservatory hallway.
The only thing that signals that this was an office building, rather than another production floor, is the small amount of wood paneling that remains.
I’m very happy to have caught Marquette before it was completely destroyed. If you’re wondering, it costs about $1,000,000 to demolish and elevator like this, and not that much work for the demo crews.
Connecting the Administration Building to the wards fanning out. Historical photos show cots lining this hallway when the hospital was severely overcrowded. Lit by lightning outside the grounds during a huge thunderstorm.
The nitrating house was a chemically dangerous place, so it had thick metal and concrete shield for every station right next to an emergency shower.