Looking through a launcher doorway at an outbuilding… the fire truck garage, if I recall correctly. Fomapan medium format in Pentax 67.
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.
Small rooms in the basement of the asylum were seemingly too tiny to be used, even for storage.
A single metal emergency slide rusts away at sunrise.
Shag carpet is fabulous, and I hope it makes a comeback.
The locker room was out of a zombie movie.
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.
What you see is not a crack in the floor, but a long vine extending ten feet onto the shop floor, as if reaching in to escape the wind and rain.
Frankie on the White Pine Mine vehicle access shaft. The mine was traditional inside… all room-and-pillar.