A typical room in the barracks, reinforced from mortars and light shelling, possibly.
After a little rain, the roof took on the color of the bright pink letters.
Taken in the last few minutes of the day. You can tell by the way that the wall is deteriorating that the windows using to have an arched top!
Sheet metal over the windows. A red boot sole in the tumbleweeds. Is it inside, or outside?
“Paint the fence,” they said, but I don’t feel like it… who cares, anyway.
The remains of the surgical suite.
Aaron by the concentrator.
The pit on the left was one of two that accommodated the bottom half of the Motor Generators, which converted AC to DC.
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.