Sawdust is the most classic of insulation materials.
This is part of the oldest section of factory, one that hasn’t had a roof in a long time and all usable equipment has been extracted. The machines pictured would spin sliced beets in boiling water… it was a sealed system before someone cut holes on sides of each unit.
The coal water power plant stack accompanied the smell of an arson.
The private bathroom for the staff in this building was simple. As blue paint peels away from the yellow undercoat, islands emerge and grow.
A tunnel between the outside gate and the courtyard shared by the barracks.
A different kind of tree fort.
A chalkboard that hasn’t been changed in my lifetime. Not something I expected to find in this engine room closet.
The old hospital (left) and ugly modern additions (right).
Seven TV sets and not one shows my reflection. I’d also like to point out not two of these are the same.