This building was responsible for storing and drying the barrels. Compare right.
In the ward for the criminally insane, this door was the most-worn. Nail scratches mark the area around the peep hole, the wood is gouged everywhere from thrown chairs and hard kicks, and a ominous blood-colored stain is visible where it dripped in the second inset from the bottom. Aside from the damage, the coloring in this section was very vibrant, though it was probably little reprieve for those who had to work here.
Sarah below Cascade Park. This space was destroyed when the park flooded.
Looking out the finishing end of the sintering plant at a network of torched-off catwalks through a maze of rust and asbestos. Paradise.
This part of the workhouse was sheathed in fiberglass, but now you can see its insides from a mile away.
Peeling paint reveals the room numbers of the past.
I follow this advice every day. You should too.
The old way to get to the elevator from the mill.
This spiral staircase isn’t doing Lemp much good–maybe they’ll let me have it! I do love, though, that there is a door going to it–without walls–and it ascends to a second floor that doesn’t exactly exist anymore.