This ward was the last occupied place in the hospital. It was used as a chemical dependency (drug and alcohol) inpatient program. It seems that they were allowed to paint the walls before they abandoned it… I go back and forth, thinking it is a shame and thinking it is a little cool.
2004. Machine Shop Loft.
My favorite time to be in the brewery was sunrise. That’s the kind of light that made the brewhouse glow.
Bricks from the demolished buildings.
A comrade lights-up where so many workers apparently congregated to do the same.
“See anything?” “No, just more of it.” “How much to go?” “Oh god–we’ve only seen about 10%.” “Guess we should keep moving then…”
A creek has cut through the middle of the mine property, washing away the loose rock and eroding the foundations of the Concentrator. It’s pretty, though! It’s be belief, though I cannot prove it, that some of the water here originates from inside the now-buried Santiago Tunnel, which is no doubt flooded to a great extent.
Heavy industrial looks good in cotton candy pink.
The office was redder than the rest of the building.