This picture is lit by a direct lightning strike of the building. It’s impossible to describe the feeling of being in this giant open building the moment it channeled an electric explosion into the earth.
A staircase threads between the top floor and the sluices, which are in the middle of the dredge-mill.
The fiery side of a launch building, just is it began to rain.
Cauterized wounds on the factory floor, where the middle of the newer mill opens up to allow massive equipment. Now the pipes are cut and the equipment is gone.
Fire doors separate the buildings.
On the second floor of the kettle building where corn mash was boiled, holes where tanks once sat were everywhere.
We know what the ladies’ favorite treats were! Found holding parts on a repair cart.
The sound of water running in the distance.
The shed in the front was full of worker supplies–namely goggles and heavy leather gloves. Molten copper isn’t a friendly thing to handle.
A circular common room in one of the original parts of the hospital. When the asylum was especially crowded, this would be filled with patient beds, too. It’s very strange that this floor was not tiled like the other common rooms. It makes me wonder if especially dangerous patients were kept in this ward; those who could not be trusted to not extract and sharpen the ceramic tiles. Portra 160.