The end of the new elevator. Line of bird droppings follow the fire sprinkler pipes and wires in the room.
This building looked like some sort of office.
Not ghosts. Slow-moving explorers’ shadows create a ghostly effect in the ‘Old Ward’–the second floor of the Service Building.
Circa-1935 graffiti in concrete across the slip from Huron-Portland.
The largest extant structure when I visited.
The top floor’s old-fashioned hospital ways were too much to pass without a photo or two… with the paint falling off the walls it was as if the building was shedding its skin in an effort to become rejuvenated or useful.
An insurance office.
Office manners dictate that one must tip their file drawer back upright once it is knocked through the wall.
If it wasn’t for the humming and crackling of the wires, I could believe I had arrived to a post apocalyptic landscape.