Classroom

Looking to the chapel addition from the Chateau.

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.

Looking into a common from the grounds. The block glass makes the interior seem dreamlike and distorted. Note the poor condition of the bricks around the window.

In the corner of most of the factory floors, freight elevators flanked restrooms to leave more central space for machines and their masters.

Behind the main shaft is this familiar industrial sight… a running count of days since the last injury.

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.

Sunrise in the orphanage… between classrooms and whispers.

Rain and snow has gutted a third of the building. From the ground floor, I could see the sky in some places.

Bells are highly symbolic, being used from everything from calling worshipers in the morning to exorcising demons at night.