On the top floor of the former casket building is the finishing line for the coating section; on this section the final spray of plastic would hit the wood before a small furnace would seal the plastic permanently to the surface, making it more resilient, I assume.
A buck-fifty shot for a postcard stand. Taken from the Stone Arch Bridge.
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.
Sliding fireproof doors and an old hydrant at Harlowton’s old yards.
Looking into the tunnel system from below the Women’s Ward. The tunnels were used mostly by staff to move food and laundry.
The railing were jealous of both the bricks and bits, and chose instead to dissolve like this.
A gymnasium, if I recall. The last building before the road dead-ends.
Sprouts of life in center of a smashed glass block.