What I make out to be the dining room or great hall of the castle, as seen through of the side rooms, which appeared to be a very ruined library. Teenager graffiti looks cooler in French.
An iron gate separates vaults below the barracks.
Aaron by the concentrator.
Another. Planet. Coal crushers and the coke loading line.
The small door leads to the offices, the large door leads to the shop. My back at this time is to the corrugated steel wall. At the time I wondered why there was just one steel wall, not knowing that 40 years before there was another spot for an engine here. This section of the roundhouse has become a sort of town dump–car seats, cans of paint and tires are piled into its corners.
A damaged roof channeled rain onto the adobe walls, cutting them in half. In the distance, a preserved house and the ruins of the Colmor School.
The building collapsed except for the back room. The slats of the roof cast lines of light across the floor.
The bathtub fell into the basement, ala The Miller’s Tale. That’s right. Chaucer.
The stage had seen some water damage, but it can (and should) be brought back!