The hole in the floor, I like to joke, is a not-so-sneaky trap for the photographers creeping to get a close-up of the amazing peeling paint. I somehow escaped this snare, however, to warn the rest… perhaps you.
Unintentional art comes in the form of a beet juice slurry baffle.
The staircase going to the second floor balcony is gone, giving a clear view of the first floor porch.
Portraits of great men.
This sawtooth roof collapsed months later under the weight of an early snow.
Looking at the boarded exterior of the newer area of the orphanage from its 1914 section.
A social club/restaurant that was likely the place to be late at night.
This was the exterior wall of the roundhouse; engines would have entered on the other side and machinery would line this side, hence the big windows for natural light.
The wings of the church had a lot more water damage than the rest. The organ on the balcony was in decent condition when I arrived.