Between elevators, a single tree has taken root. I think it’s growing out of a rail grade, so the seed might have fallen off of a train.
A bunk room, minus the bunks.
No ambiguity here… miners, check in at this office.
In the middle of one of the outlying cottages, perhaps the Masonic Cottage–it was too damaged to tell, really–are these pair of skinny doors that led from patient rooms to a common area with rotting shag carpet.
“Place Tripod Here” my friends would say. But for me, it’s the money shot. Note the painting around the inside of the skylight.
The city has taken steps to prevent the curious and the desperate from going into the elevators, including piling rocks against the doors and windows.
Without a roof, the bricks were being washed away in the later years of the roundhouse.
Looking to the chapel addition from the Chateau.
Looking into the main workhouse from the skyway into the annex elevator. But who care? Look at the colors!