A teeter totter sits in front of the Memorial Building.
The main staircase of the old hospital had… problems.
Colleen on the roof.
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.
Water damage dissolved the ceiling into sludge. Pillars remain, as do the plastic light covers, now on the floor.
The cupola–the space above the silos–is surprisingly original. The building was too unstable for anyone to scrap it out. Seriously, the floor is a deathtrap.
Where the workers would rest their feet and clean their plates.
Moss growing where the sunlight sneaks through the boarded windows.