A Merrill Piano from Boston, in the Recreation Room of the Front Dorm.
The small door leads to the offices, the large door leads to the shop. My back at this time is to the corrugated steel wall. At the time I wondered why there was just one steel wall, not knowing that 40 years before there was another spot for an engine here. This section of the roundhouse has become a sort of town dump–car seats, cans of paint and tires are piled into its corners.
The Osborn Block (front) and the Twohy (rear) at sunset. In the distance, you can almost make out Globe Elevators. One of my favorite photos of 2013.
What I make out to be the dining room or great hall of the castle, as seen through of the side rooms, which appeared to be a very ruined library. Teenager graffiti looks cooler in French.
A high-voltage tunnel sheathed in concrete dips below ground near a shell packing building that now stores fireworks.
The belts on these mills have long ben missing.
The entrance to the area where staff could sleep.
A social club/restaurant that was likely the place to be late at night.
The roof could be vented when locomotives were running inside.