One of the cupola air intakes, rattled loose by the demolition downstairs, hangs stranded on the second floor. You can see that the floor I’m standing on in this picture used to extend all the way to the right wall. The blue paint on the wall made the climb absolutely worth it.
The wings of the church had a lot more water damage than the rest. The organ on the balcony was in decent condition when I arrived.
Iron lions in the doctor’s apartment guard the way to the dining room.
The old way to get to the elevator from the mill.
Looking up the grand stair at the second floor.
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.
A dead belt-o-vator.
The bottom area of the smokestacks house storage spaces. The windows of these rooms that were never completed line up perfect.