At noon, the lower skylights around the shops glow yellow-green, thanks to the flora blooming on the roof above.
Books in nooks and not getting a look… about the crook with hooks that cooks.
The head distiller could walk out of their office to this balcony and overlook the whole fermentation process in a glance.
A tunnel between the outside gate and the courtyard shared by the barracks.
On deck, looking at the door to the engine room.
This is one of the modern nurse’s stations where the last inpatients lived in the mid-2000s. The windows are thick shatterproof plastic. I am unsure why the suspended ceiling is missing.
This is one of my favorite doorways (yes, I have favorites) for a few reasons: 1.) You can see how the once-arched door has been squared-off for rectangular doors to fit; 2.) you can see one complete historic door and one ruined door, and the chain that used to hold them together before someone kicked-out the security, and; 3.) I like the texture of the bricks and design of the radiators in the room beyond–the blacksmith shop. Just do.
A back-lit tree with the silhouette of a roof spire in the background.
A damaged roof channeled rain onto the adobe walls, cutting them in half. In the distance, a preserved house and the ruins of the Colmor School.