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.
The pilot house, lit with the lights of Superior.
Chutes from a hundred machines interconnect to more machines and chutes on a dozen factory floors.
Because there’s no Port-a-John underground.
Taken while standing on the torn outline of a scrapped altar. With my back to the faded outlines of men, books and the Holy Grail, the room seems much lighter.
Taken on a short trip where the whole floor of the roundhouse and engine shop was covered in fresh snow–thanks to the holes in the roof and open windows.
This big rusty sphere hides behind the incomplete 5-stack.
A closeup of the old fashioned wood-and-iron flour mill, a little while before they were all scrapped.
The sign that greets visitors to the ghost town of Colmor. Nothing says ‘welcome’ like birdshot.