On the rooftop of the Temple Opera Block are some old fast food table sets. It did not seem like they had seen much use recently. The tires across the rooftop is a sort of calling card for the building’s former owner.
Since the foundry went cold, I decided to turn down my color temperature… In the background, a chart showing graphite dispersion is one of the few artifacts left on the foundry floor.
Where the workers would rest their feet and clean their plates.
A green chair in a green room.
The blacksmith shop is pretty rugged looking. Through the door you can see the collapsed walkway that might have once connected to a building covering the Santiago Tunnel adit.
Before the clouds broke, I snapped this profile of the dumping control room and its spiral staircase. These are the colors that I dream in.
Rubber dock boots still sits under the desk in the dock office, near keys to rusted locks and files of fired employees.
The vibrant colors clashed with the silent hotel.
This is my favorite wallpaper in the whole hotel.
Spare blankets still sit in the bottom of the dresser drawer.
As if they were planning to move the furniture out of the hospital, it all sits in the main hallway in the ground floor.
At the end of one of the crumbling plaster-walled wards is a table. It sits behind a nurse’s station, and we do not need to guess what it was for.
The quality assurance labs were no doubt a busy place.
Looking through the open windows of the Bunk House toward what I think is the outhouse for the miners. There’s a big bench in the middle of the bunk house that was used as dinner table.
The factory’s first aid room and laboratory. Sure makes me wonder how safe the lab was!
The company labs. If you can believe it, this area is even more destroyed today.
This seems to be the space where upholstery patterns would be drafted. On the table were half-finished notes on a new design.
The ADM Quality Assurance Labs haven’t changed much, except for that it has become a common home for the homeless.
In the quality assurance labs there is a old safe.
In the corner of the foundry, this lunchroom was literally collapsing under one small leak in the roof. Tile by tile the water ate away the ceiling. Note the clock.
This tunnel had a wooden drafter’s table in it.
A typical room in Birtle.
This room’s trim was unlike the others. Perhaps it was for a live in supervisor.
Those able to work would be compelled to help fix up the facility, grow, harvest, and prepare food for fellow ‘inmates’, or work on vocational skills.