A super-shallow depth of field shot on the Leica Summilux.
This room on the top floor of one of the oldest buildings has seemingly not changed since it was adapted for employee use. Some sections of the hospital were adapted for staff to live in. Paying Patient Ward–where capable patients were separated from wards of the state.
The nurse’s station on this floor, a ward still in its original design, featured a half-door where patients could get their medicine. Portra 160.
HDR matrix panorama. Looking from the grain elevators, now doomed, toward the city between the flour mill’s water tower and tile elevator’s neon sign, the old and new economies seem almost united. Yet the financial centers rise in reality to shadow the now-abandoned industry and manufacturing. The way of things, I’m told.
The iron holding up the plaster ceiling is rusted to the point the weight of it is bending it right over.
Every walking path was strewn with debris. It was hard to imagine that all that was inside once.
The perfect place to have a post-industrial picnic.
Iron becoming dirt becoming birches.
Looking from the shaft room into the room where an electric hoist would be.