A staircase threads between the top floor and the sluices, which are in the middle of the dredge-mill.
The corner of Clyde on Michigan Street looked like it had been sealed a long time.
Connecting the Administration building’s tower and top floors is this beautiful cast iron staircase. It was probably designed to help service the clock originally planned to be set in the tower, but when the hospital went over budget the state cancelled the timepiece. Now we are left with a gorgeous stair with little or no real purpose–not that I’m complaining. I am a long-admitted spiral staircase fetishist.
A high-ceilinged room where kegs would be delivered for cleaning, before they were refilled with fresh booze.
The grain-centric buildings had automatic fire doors.
The sun was setting outside, highlighting the textures and lines that made the form of the power plant take a fourth dimension–time.
Looking down Pommenicher Straße from Gaststätte Rosarius, the monstrous machine about to devour the town bites at the ground.
Looking across a skyway at the dust-collecting funnels, one of the few pieces of equipment that haven’t been completely decimated by time and the elements.
What I make out to be the dining room or great hall of the castle, as seen through of the side rooms, which appeared to be a very ruined library. Teenager graffiti looks cooler in French.