Between the Old Crow and Old Taylor bonded warehouses are some of the fouled barrels, now the only ones left, which were left to rot in the elements. Nearby in a loading bay that has obviously been disused longer than the rest of the property, terra cotta roofing waits in crates.
Looking at the ghost sign from a rust-locked cement conveyor that linked the silos with a packing warehouse.
Bayard Sugar Mill, as seen from the old power plant
A skyway 100 feet above this office crumbled one day. This is what happened when those two met. High-impact love.
A bathroom in the rear of the ballroom that overlooks the Rose Garden.
The projector booth, above the balcony in the auditorium.
A blue chair in a blue room
At sunset the light skips from puddle to stagnant puddle across the whole foundry room, playing with the classic sawtooth roof with half-hearted shadows.
One of the large barracks. All of them are overgrown like this.