Glowing observation windows–and someone forgot to lock a patient’s door…
The fresh snow makes the whole complex look a lot cleaner than it actually is.
A rare door left on the workhouse. The stairs to the left led down into a flooded basement. Kodak Portra 160/Mamiya 6.
Looking at the ghost sign from a rust-locked cement conveyor that linked the silos with a packing warehouse.
Grimy windows and the other half of the complex trade interests and stares.
A fallen branch smashed out this skylight years ago, and since then the bees have found this tiny toilet a perfect home. This is part of the hotel where employees slept.
The balcony used to be beautiful, you say. I say, it still is.
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.
I love this original brick archway, near the narrow gauge shop. Gorgeous!