A steel powder keg serves as a door prop on the static-proof wood core floor. Note the ‘XXX’ marking to the left of the double door.
A window for light and air pokes above the big arch in the hallway. Most of the interior ceilings were broad brick archways.
The side of the maintenance shops, still home to several disassembled electric carts.
Kat dancing down the trestle, which is one of the highest in the state, standing about 100 feet over the road. Mamiya 6/Portra 160
A side door for the brick factory.
“Crunch, crunch, crunch,” said the ground. “I know,” I replied.
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.
A long tunnel stretches toward the Mississippi. Was this the route Model Ts took on their way to waiting barges?
Fall in line, act skinny, watch out for low hanging pipes. Don’t ask me where in the maze this was… 90% of the plant looked like this; vast rooms and catwalks with crisscrossing pipes and valves.