The bricks are decaying at different rates at this corner, making it especially colorful.
A wounded flour mill, muscled into the corner to keep out of the way.
A hole in one of the boards casts the inverse image of a tree outside across a peeling sanatorium wall.
A dead pigeon that taggers gilded.
Looking toward the power station at the edge of the explosives plant.
While squatting in the power plant a very powerful storm moved over unforgettable, throwing blasts of lightning across the countryside. The plant got a direct hit, in fact, and the sound of the boom reverberating through the turbine hall is something unforgettable.
The note on the left announces that the spindles in the crates are dirty.
Each room is painted a different hue, so the light reflecting into the hallway carries those colors. The blue padding on the left is for one of the padded rooms…
The water tower no doubt made good scrap after it hit the ground.