Watching the comings and goings of doctors, nurses and new patients was a mainstay of asylum routine; one can find it easy to imagine pale faces pressed against the block glass windows, staring out at the world moving past them.
I really like the way this high-ceilinged room is decaying. Well, decayed. It’s demolished now.
The State School stage, taken as it was getting scrapped.
Winter skies over Allouez Bay. From a distance, it looks almost fragile.
Observing War City in the midst of an electric storm. This photo is lit almost entirely by lightning.
When I see this picture, I imagine that I am an ant exploring a mushroom farm.
Looking at the headframe for Shaft 3 from the tower for Shaft 1. Below is the roof of the Dry House. It was hard to remind myself that these building have been abandoned longer than I’ve been alive.
Either the company was pulling parts from this evaporator to use as parts for other plants, or the last thing the workers did was to get this machine ready for the next campaign. Either way, plans changed.
Dust explosions were a real risk for grain mills. These funnels helped to filter the air in the mill.