Shuttered windows on the side of one of the collapsing bonded warehouses.
I’ve written it before, but I like observing the way buildings change in terms of new windows, bricked up doors, and so on, and thinking of how their forms change to reflect the work inside of them.
C’mon and grab your friends… we’ll go to very—rusty lands…
The old way to get to the elevator from the mill.
A circular common room in one of the original parts of the hospital. When the asylum was especially crowded, this would be filled with patient beds, too. It’s very strange that this floor was not tiled like the other common rooms. It makes me wonder if especially dangerous patients were kept in this ward; those who could not be trusted to not extract and sharpen the ceramic tiles. Portra 160.
I really liked the bulky pillars on this outer-ring cottage.
Looking through the dark door at Shaft 3, when my naked eyes could only make out a staircase lit dimly from above.
The remains of the surgical suite.
A matrix panorama of the brewhouse staircase, post-scrapping. So pretty…