Sunrise in the orphanage… between classrooms and whispers.
One of the occupied buildings in Nevadaville.
The view into one of the asylum rooms of Norwich Hospital. A long time ago, a window broke, letting the vines crawling up the bricks outside to move indoors and across the floor.
A big door into the fire pump room.
The only door into a large windowless concrete room, probably a storage bin. Kodak Portra 160/Mamiya 6.
2013. A perfect summer day meets a beautiful old roundhouse on the edge of town.
One thing I like about the oppressive globalist-wrought future is the idea of numerically subdividing spaces; my geek side sort of wants to live in a flat that can be sorted by as Dewey Decimal-like code.
Beside the half-demolished Thunder Bay Elevator shops and offices (brick building) are some rusting fishing boats. A little bit of SWP #7 is seen in the upper right.
Mold creeps up the walls of the offices that housed the Closing Team of the TCRC – Twin Cities Research Center – as water damage pulls ceiling tiles down.