There is a flipped tram car about a third of the way down the cliff.
Rain and snow has gutted a third of the building. From the ground floor, I could see the sky in some places.
While the stokers are gone, the pipes bringing pulverized coal down were left.
The rust garden’s brick centerpiece contrasts the muted winter Kentucky palette.
This is how the warehouse looks today.
An emergency slide to help workers evacuate the blending house in an emergency.
The snowflake (?) patterns were hand-laid throughout the hospital. It is possible some or all of these tiles were laid by patients, as it is on record that they were used for simple tasks in the name of occupational therapy.
The only door into a large windowless concrete room, probably a storage bin. Kodak Portra 160/Mamiya 6.