The lime room was in rough shape, but its colors and textures were like raw gold and oxidized copper.
Safety signs decorated every floor, machine and, yes, door. This message spoke to me for reasons my coworkers will understand; suffice to say, I need to take this message to heart.
A typical room in the barracks, reinforced from mortars and light shelling, possibly.
A blue chair in a blue room
An unintentional skylight makes the inside of the office glow, showing the inside of the front door and its strange lock.
The Blacksmith Shop (right) was connected to the Bunk House (left) via this narrow walkway. This is likely due to the fire risk in each building. The left building had a cooking stove and furnace for heat and the right building had a small industrial furnace to repair mining equipment. A little walkway would mean that a fire on one side would be easier to fight from the other.
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.
I was squatting overnight in one of the buildings and woke up with the sunrise. This is what I woke up to.
The stonework was done by a local handyman of sorts, who was also a guard at a nearby insane asylum. He did a great job, it seems to me.