A fallen branch smashed out this skylight years ago, and since then the bees have found this tiny toilet a perfect home. This is part of the hotel where employees slept.
In this section of the Men’s Ward, sealed by brick from lower floors, the room doors had messages painted in their inside–some motivational, some not. I would be interested to hear if anyone knows the backstory of this section. Lighting is natural; it was just after sunset.
A broken window looking through the First Aid Room and into the Control Room in charge of directing grain into ships. You can see one of the large conveyors on the right, clad in green. Chutes and staircases intertwine seemingly randomly through the big empty spaces.
I love this original brick archway, near the narrow gauge shop. Gorgeous!
This sawtooth roof collapsed months later under the weight of an early snow.
The office was redder than the rest of the building.
One of the few doors.
If it wasn’t for the humming and crackling of the wires, I could believe I had arrived to a post apocalyptic landscape.