A 1960s style TV set in a sun room at the back of the poor house. The concrete room survived the roof collapse and was full of rotten children’s books and toys. Perhaps it was where donations were sorted, or perhaps it was a nursery/orphanage area.
Sawdust is the most classic of insulation materials.
The office was redder than the rest of the building.
These long curved corridors connected the wards. Locked doors on both of their ends were a security and comfort feature. Sounds and people would be sealed in their respective wards, as the hallways would act like beautiful airlocks; they were so long that it was unlikely that doors would be open on both sides at the same time. Portra 160.
The power gauge showed… broken.
The building in the foreground–the old control booth–was arsoned in 2009.
Imagine with yellow window guards are eyebrows and the open windows are the eyes. This headframe seems a bit curious.
Taconite Harbor’s main road, now overgrown and leading to nothing. Just asphalt between caved-in curbs.