The Tilston School,built in the late 1960s. In front of it is a memorial and model to the first schoolhouse. This building, however, has been turned into a kind of town dump. The classrooms are filled with mattresses and discarded tires and trash.
The front of the power plant (right), the distillery itself (center), and the regaling house (left).
Cracked gauges have a certain quality that hearkens to movies, I think. One can imagine the gauges going off the scales before dramatically cracking, throwing glass right at the camera. This damage, however, is unfortunate vandalism.
Sarah below Cascade Park. This space was destroyed when the park flooded.
Like a railgun pointed at the Rockies… the boom would direct tailings–junk rock–outside of the dredge pond.
What I make out to be the dining room or great hall of the castle, as seen through of the side rooms, which appeared to be a very ruined library. Teenager graffiti looks cooler in French.
…when injection molding was the new thing that everyone was experimenting with.
Aluminum spools replaced their wooden counterparts, later in the factory’s history.
The basement of the asylum was a strange place. Take, this fireplace, for instance, in an otherwise barren room. Random cinderblock (left) has created a little room behind the fireplace. To round out the strangeness, a toilet was plumbed into the middle of the space. Note the stone foundations.