The St. Louis County Sheriff constantly patrols the property looking for trespassers.
The Arcade itself, a predecessor of the indoor mall. Don’t you love those arches?
Sluice tables stretch into the darkness.
A small machine shop level.
There’s no way an explorer, much less a choir, could stand here now. Since this picture was taken the roof has collapsed onto the loft.
A scene on the balcony.
From the boarded-up choir loft above the chapel, minutes after sunrise. Obviously local kids have long had their way with this landmark.
If you look closely, you can see the rain dropping into the building. This is the part of the chapel with the collapsed roof–not the carvings on the choir loft.
The backdrop has become the pallet for water damage and graffiti.
Between blizzards on the hill, I look out over the Chateau. Kodak Portra 400 on Voightlander Bessa.
“Place Tripod Here” my friends would say. But for me, it’s the money shot. Note the painting around the inside of the skylight.
The head distiller could walk out of their office to this balcony and overlook the whole fermentation process in a glance.
A street side exposure of the original 1914 section of the orphanage. Turned into black and white to deemphasize all the graffiti across the front steps.
The projector booth, above the balcony in the auditorium.
Facade of tarps and fences on the old house. It used to have a bronze ornament on the second floor patio, but it was taken for scrap years ago.
The wings of the church had a lot more water damage than the rest. The organ on the balcony was in decent condition when I arrived.
The stage from the balcony, which was in bad condition.
Looking up the grand stair at the second floor.