The pipes in the boiler would be full of water, so the heat in the furnace.
A photo from my first trip, although very little has changed in this area of the building except for the level of graffiti. I love skylights, don’t you?
A volcano (?) under a window.
At sunset the light skips from puddle to stagnant puddle across the whole foundry room, playing with the classic sawtooth roof with half-hearted shadows.
Sarah below Cascade Park. This space was destroyed when the park flooded.
A detailed look at the side of one of the thousands of transformer boxes in the war city.
Many outdoor areas of the plant have become unofficial city dumps. The skeleton doesn’t care.
Across the walls of the brick repair shop, near where men and machine entered Shaft No. 3, vines, pipes, and graffiti battle unknowingly for visual prominence.
The old men’s ward is an example of what the hospital resembled before part of the complex was modernized. Small rooms, light switches outside the door, small observation windows set into heavy wood. If you ask me, though, the tile work across the floors is the most spectacular.