Grimy windows and the other half of the complex trade interests and stares.
Shadows of the timberwork and cribbing are cast across cracked lake ice. My footprints follow cat tracks.
Hanging over the crane cab, looking over at the trane-sized doors below. The steel beam tracing the left wall is the support for the gantry crane this photo was taken from.
In the middle of Electric Steel, dust collector vents cross-cross out of sight.
This room on the top floor of one of the oldest buildings has seemingly not changed since it was adapted for employee use. Some sections of the hospital were adapted for staff to live in. Paying Patient Ward–where capable patients were separated from wards of the state.
These ruins of buildings recovered acid from the explosives line to be recycled.
It seemed the only way to get a view of the room was to climb above the mounds of rotting donations, now not even fit to burn.
I like to imagine this as fountain.
The roof compromised, rain water rolls down the main stairway.