Ektar 100/Mamiya 6. Looking out the window a the foundations of the demolished company homes.
A typical shower in the old section of the hospital. It looks a little horrifying in the harsh light of a camera flash on the thousands of little white tiles. One soap holder hadn’t been stolen yet.
In this old repair shop, vines fall from the rotting roof to meet mossy concrete. Even though it had been dry for days, water dripped in from the roof to make permanent puddles between workstations. It was full of color and sound and industry and nature.
Everything is texture.
Looking through a secure ward door at the destroyed rooms beyond.
The stone chapel sits beside the main house and received a particularly heavy dose of gothic architectural touches.
The city has taken steps to prevent the curious and the desperate from going into the elevators, including piling rocks against the doors and windows.
Knowing that a tornado just passed nearby is less distressing when you’re surrounded by nuclear-attack-hardened buildings.
A view of the government presses, with pages of law across the floor covered in footprints.