Facade of tarps and fences on the old house. It used to have a bronze ornament on the second floor patio, but it was taken for scrap years ago.
Water at the bottom of the silo was perfectly clear.
This seems to be the space where upholstery patterns would be drafted. On the table were half-finished notes on a new design.
I really like the way this high-ceilinged room is decaying. Well, decayed. It’s demolished now.
The right portal used to go straight into the basement of the hotel, judging from the ruins.
This giant gear’s sole purpose was to turn the ship’s single rudder in all conditions.
A single metal emergency slide rusts away at sunrise.
The white mark allowed for a manual RPM check on this big steel flywheel on the ground floor. Note how dark the bottom level of the mills is—that’s because all of the equipment is blocking out the light.
Past the underground repair shop is this cliffside adit.