The bricks routinely fell from the walls, like seeds falling from trees. On a smaller scale, new walls grew from the floors.
This picture tells half the story about the size of half of the complex. For Port Arthur, it’s average, but this would be a fantastically large elevator if it were anywhere else!
This spiral staircase isn’t doing Lemp much good–maybe they’ll let me have it! I do love, though, that there is a door going to it–without walls–and it ascends to a second floor that doesn’t exactly exist anymore.
This is the far interior of the hotel, where the darkness made the shag carpet seem to move whenever the trees outside swayed. That is to say, constantly.
An insurance office.
A closeup of the now-scrapped steel chute.
One of the many small treasures hiding in the mill…
Hard to find your seat when it doesn’t know its own name.
Redlining is the practice of shutting certain races out of neighborhoods, and it is still a big problem today. Such behaviors were a big factor in creating the need for these projects.