This sawtooth roof collapsed months later under the weight of an early snow.
Looking at the headframe for Shaft 3 from the tower for Shaft 1. Below is the roof of the Dry House. It was hard to remind myself that these building have been abandoned longer than I’ve been alive.
From the street, it’s clear that almost every window and door had boards over it, but not every building had a roof. Silly priorities.
Behind the main shaft is this familiar industrial sight… a running count of days since the last injury.
Holes in the wall mark where patient beds used to be, side by side, facing out the window.
A leftover swatch remembers the last fabric sewn here.
The most pointless, beautiful and nuclear-bomb-proof catwalk I’ve been on to date. It goes between two high levels in its own bottom-lit concrete capsule in the center of the tallest, thickest building. Hang on, we’re riding this one out.
An employee lunchroom with every door and window covered in vented steel.