Power-up to cool down… would have been nice on the hot day I climbed on top of this machine.
This is one of my favorite images of the year because of the color, light and textures. Someone told me once that the medium of photographers is not film or digital sensors, but rather shadows. This photo is evidence of that.
Much of the circa-1950s buildings remain with few alterations, such as these long boring sheet metal ruststicks.
Shortly after the former delivery wagon shed was arsoned in 2005. A turning point in the story of Hamms’ abandonment.
Giant ingredient hoppers stand on a concrete floor covered in peeled paint.
A familiar scene in Control Tower B, though the microphone has not been used for years.
In the ward for the criminally insane, this door was the most-worn. Nail scratches mark the area around the peep hole, the wood is gouged everywhere from thrown chairs and hard kicks, and a ominous blood-colored stain is visible where it dripped in the second inset from the bottom. Aside from the damage, the coloring in this section was very vibrant, though it was probably little reprieve for those who had to work here.
The elevator is stuck between floors.
Spare blankets still sit in the bottom of the dresser drawer.