Although most of the buildings were open and empty, a few carried signs.
An abandoned news stand between the concourse and ticket booths. This is one of my favorite pictures from the 2000s.
Jars like these were used to measure the volume of fluid pumped out of TB patients’ lungs.
Workers’ lockers, strewn across Main Street, yet still out of the way.
Not necessarily a children’s room.
This is the far interior of the hotel, where the darkness made the shag carpet seem to move whenever the trees outside swayed. That is to say, constantly.
The barracks are being reclaimed by nature.
In front of a rust-welded Illinois rotary stoker is where the boiler-men made their mark. The last year I can make out is 1985.
When the factory’s production line was up for auction, many parts were removed, crated and labeled with big painted numbers to ease their removal by buyers. Not everything sold, however, so not one dark corner of the factory seems without a pile of dislocated industrial junk.