This higher level floor was cleared out ahead of a failed development plan. The skyscraper office building suddenly became something that looked like a parking ramp.
Fire doors and penis talk.
What I make out to be the dining room or great hall of the castle, as seen through of the side rooms, which appeared to be a very ruined library. Teenager graffiti looks cooler in French.
Through a section of the tailings boom where mountain winds tore open the sheet metal around the conveyor, I poked my head out.
You can see why so few products had bright packaging. If the can here was brown, you’d never see it in a dark wood cabinet.
Whoever did this: good job. You get it.
Part of the grain dust venting system, dislodged from its place above the dumping hatches under the grain cribs.
These long curved corridors connected the wards. Locked doors on both of their ends were a security and comfort feature. Sounds and people would be sealed in their respective wards, as the hallways would act like beautiful airlocks; they were so long that it was unlikely that doors would be open on both sides at the same time. Portra 160.