The staircase going to the second floor balcony is gone, giving a clear view of the first floor porch.
The sign that greets visitors to the ghost town of Colmor. Nothing says ‘welcome’ like birdshot.
Here, the concentrated gold (and silver, and zinc, I would guess) would be loaded into trucks bound for the smelter.
Heavy wood doors for keeping people in.
Easier-to-demolish parts of the power plant were torched apart. Catwalks to nowhere meant lots of dead ends.
Note the pit is filled in here.
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.
An original, minimally remodeled bathroom above the cafeteria reminds us what the whole complex once looked like.
A 1960s style TV set in a sun room at the back of the poor house. The concrete room survived the roof collapse and was full of rotten children’s books and toys. Perhaps it was where donations were sorted, or perhaps it was a nursery/orphanage area.