When the Mitchell project is complete, I’ll miss the textures on the face of the boiler.
Vines are finding their way into the roundhouse.
Power-up to cool down… would have been nice on the hot day I climbed on top of this machine.
Looking through the old brewhouse toward the Keg Wash House.
Presumably, in a nuclear blast the antenna would be blown flat and pop back up, allowing communication even after a near-direct hit.
Every floor of the main hospital buildings had its own bathrooms. They often make obvious the fact that these buildings were intentionally built as permanent structures. Even a century after they were built, and several decades of total neglect, they were in fabulous condition.
One of the large barracks. All of them are overgrown like this.
The old hotel doesn’t like to show its age. Indeed, if it had a few paint job and soft remodel it would be fit to open–that is, if there was a need for it in this tiny rural New York town.