Wintertime is quiet, except for the planes overhead.
Two bin signs criss-cross in the North Annex.
The front door to the auditorium.
The private bathroom for the staff in this building was simple. As blue paint peels away from the yellow undercoat, islands emerge and grow.
One level below where the cotton was nitrated, the fumes must have been powerful. This floor had several massive ventilation fans in its walls.
Ava on an upper catwalk.
The now-demolished Sanatorium, for patients of the asylum that contracted the disease.
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.
The side of the maintenance shops, still home to several disassembled electric carts.