The crumbling building barely contained the colors inside of it.
Much of the milling equipment predated the mill itself, so I would not be surprised if this particular machine really dates to 1860.
Beautiful doors separated the boiler room and the sugar mill. Can you imagine the gracefully curving steps in a power plant today?
In this section of the Men’s Ward, sealed by brick from lower floors, the room doors had messages painted in their inside–some motivational, some not. I would be interested to hear if anyone knows the backstory of this section. Lighting is natural; it was just after sunset.
There isn’t an unbroken window in the entire historic complex as of 2013.
Shadows cast by the ropes, counterweights, and backdrops.
It’s not hard to see how Germany could turn these into a prison overnight.