This gives you a sense for what it looks like to stand on the roof of the main production building at sunset.
Algae grows where water flows/From the sawtooth roof/To the mines below/The sun climbs high/But is in no one’s eyes/A wall alone crumbles/It was no suprise
The light next to this acid tank was perfect, thanks to a gaping hole in the roof.
It seemed the only way to get a view of the room was to climb above the mounds of rotting donations, now not even fit to burn.
The city constructed a wall in the early 2000s to discourage visitors. Note the staircase is cut off, too.
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.
It’s not hard to see how Germany could turn these into a prison overnight.
In this photo you see three lives of Lyric: 1.) The Art Deco murals showing the Vaudeville background; 2.) The suspended ceiling put in when the building was converted for film; 3.) The explorers, photographers and others who worked in and on the building before its final demolition.
The train loading tower (left), and elevators. Check out that giant flagpole/lightning rod.