That floor isn’t dirt–it’s old rotting grain that’s formed into a sort of moldy mud.
The basement of the asylum was a strange place. Take, this fireplace, for instance, in an otherwise barren room. Random cinderblock (left) has created a little room behind the fireplace. To round out the strangeness, a toilet was plumbed into the middle of the space. Note the stone foundations.
Looking through a launcher doorway at an outbuilding… the fire truck garage, if I recall correctly. Fomapan medium format in Pentax 67.
Between the room with mold sand and the space where the car’s metal bits would be put together, a pillar is marked as structurally vital.
The great entrance to the Service Building shows the detail once present in the old hospital.
A vent sitting at the base of one of the crumbling smokestacks.
Ringling’s church was built in 1914 and sits on a hill over the town.
The oldest part of this mill had a wooden roof that rotted away long ago. Slowly, rust is dulling the edge on every cog left behind.