The hospital featured a farm that once helped to sustain it. This is one of the few remaining signs of those years, near the Nurse’s Cottage.
One of the covered rail loading docks. All of them were overgrown and rust-clad.
The concrete walls, heavy steel blast doors, and plastic roof tell me that this was one of the shell loading buildings.
This section of the production floor was constantly dripping. Someone had laid down giant plastic sheeting to attempt to protect the lower floors, but it hasn’t worked.
Outside the Chateau, where the fuel oil tank blocks the chapel.
Lit by the glow of St. Paul’s West Seventh bars, highlighted by the cool blue of the sleepy section of South Side. This castle-like tower can be seen for miles around town; a Landmark at the brewery that brewed a brew by the that name.
The purpose of the concentrator was to separate the gold and silver-rich ore from the waste rock. You can tell from the design that the process relies heavily on gravity.
The sidewalks are littered with rocks.
Glowing observation windows–and someone forgot to lock a patient’s door…