The stone chapel sits beside the main house and received a particularly heavy dose of gothic architectural touches.
A facade that tells the story of demolition and neglect. The sign on the garage door indicates that if one finds themselves there, that they enter the buildings at their own risk. If only property owners in the US took this philosophy!
You can tell from the marks on the wall that there used to be pipes running the length of this square hallway, which connected a loading dock with explosive mixers.
Lit by the glow of St. Paul’s West Seventh bars, highlighted by the cool blue of the sleepy section of South Side. This castle-like tower can be seen for miles around town; a Landmark at the brewery that brewed a brew by the that name.
Sliding fireproof doors and an old hydrant at Harlowton’s old yards.
I can confirm the existence of the long-rumored Federal Rectangle Research Institute labs.
The office was redder than the rest of the building.
In the corner of most of the factory floors, freight elevators flanked restrooms to leave more central space for machines and their masters.
Looking through a launcher doorway at an outbuilding… the fire truck garage, if I recall correctly. Fomapan medium format in Pentax 67.