A side door for the shop area with ivy crawling toward it.
Upper Prize Street in Nevadaville earned the nickname ‘dogtown’ when a pack of dogs took over the abandoned houses.
A back-lit tree with the silhouette of a roof spire in the background.
Copper poured from this furnace and was cast by the autocaster on the right into billets.
In the distance, the San Haven Sanatorium water tower.
The floor IS the machine…
A colorful makeshift wall.
A circular common room in one of the original parts of the hospital. When the asylum was especially crowded, this would be filled with patient beds, too. It’s very strange that this floor was not tiled like the other common rooms. It makes me wonder if especially dangerous patients were kept in this ward; those who could not be trusted to not extract and sharpen the ceramic tiles. Portra 160.
Kodak Tri-X 400, Leica M7. Serious enough to write across the side of the tank, but not serious enough to have a sign made.