Beautiful details in the plaster moulding have been preserved by the sheer height of this room between the cathedral and auditorium.
Standing on the fence barricade that used to keep squatters out of the tunnel, the size of the space is impressive. What you see here is the current length of the tunnel; I set up a flashlight at the end to illuminate the concrete wall that is the lower portal.
One of the hundreds of wells across the depot, as seen through an open rail door. In the distance, the radome.
Sarah in Miller Creek Drain.
Wagons and horses were kept in the building on the left, separate from the rest of the complex in case of fire. In the distance is the boiler house, separate for the same reason.
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.
A heavy steel rail door to help funnel explosions upward, rather than outward.
In the bottom of a creek, an antique children’s wheelchair is buried in grass, where someone threw it. Wooden leg braces suggest this dates to the 1950s.
Part of the grain dust venting system, dislodged from its place above the dumping hatches under the grain cribs.