Mold creeps up the walls of the offices that housed the Closing Team of the TCRC – Twin Cities Research Center – as water damage pulls ceiling tiles down.
Looking into the engine works from the concrete addition.
Between the gauges for the power plant boilers and the steam pump flywheels.
The floor IS the machine…
Looking into the main workhouse from the skyway into the annex elevator. But who care? Look at the colors!
The bathtub fell into the basement, ala The Miller’s Tale. That’s right. Chaucer.
Some of the doors had sliding plastic windows, but most of the older ward doors simply had these peep holes drilled through them. The inside was always marked and worn more than the outside.
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.
One of the oldest buildings had a wide central staircase with well worn steps. They were utilitarian and beautiful.