The top floor’s old-fashioned hospital ways were too much to pass without a photo or two… with the paint falling off the walls it was as if the building was shedding its skin in an effort to become rejuvenated or useful.
An employee lunchroom with every door and window covered in vented steel.
A closeup of the finely-carved seats in the house, presumably original to the Sattler. There are not too many of these in this kind of condition. If you have a better name for this figure than Cordelia, leave a comment.
The city constructed a wall in the early 2000s to discourage visitors. Note the staircase is cut off, too.
Looking across a skyway at the dust-collecting funnels, one of the few pieces of equipment that haven’t been completely decimated by time and the elements.
On the top floor of the former casket building is the finishing line for the coating section; on this section the final spray of plastic would hit the wood before a small furnace would seal the plastic permanently to the surface, making it more resilient, I assume.
The cold air collided with the sun-warmed water on the floor, filling the ground floor of the Keg House with thick fog…
I really like the way this high-ceilinged room is decaying. Well, decayed. It’s demolished now.
Aaron by the concentrator.
An unmarred chart, printed with the facility name and ready to be sent out to command.