Lost?

…somebody get the number of that truck! Near the Day Rooms in the Paying Patient ward.

Dora, the pagan god of urban explorers, stood little chance off Alfred Street.

When the factory’s production line was up for auction, many parts were removed, crated and labeled with big painted numbers to ease their removal by buyers. Not everything sold, however, so not one dark corner of the factory seems without a pile of dislocated industrial junk.

Little crosses on the side of the church, near a broken window.

This seemed to be the newest building on the property.

One of the hundreds of wells across the depot, as seen through an open rail door. In the distance, the radome.

From atop a concrete slap that seals the old path of Mine Shaft #3, I loop up into the hoisting room.

Employee lockers near the stage, Service Building.

Looking into the main workhouse from the skyway into the annex elevator. But who care? Look at the colors!