The side of the church, taken from a grungy sidewalk.
The sidewalks are littered with rocks.
At an abandoned train repair shop.
A crack in a window in a wall. What’s this doing here?
Behind one of the kitchens is one of the few pieces of furniture remaining. Beside it, a small electric space heater–small by 1970s standards.
A pink room with very heavy doors that reminds me of the rooms at some of the insane asylums that I’ve explored.
Pillars painted red indicated firefighting supplies. Fire was a very common enemy of early rail facilities, and many roundhouses burned down because of a combination of dry wood, hot, fire-breathing machinery and countless oil-saturated surfaces.
Two windows above the slate Grand Staircase reflect let a little blue sky skip off the black.