Outbuildings near the perimeter fence. Beyond is all ranch land.
The Algosteel navigating Superior Entry.
Harsh rail yard lighting throws shadows of broken windows against the line of boilers.
Sunset came fast, and when the good light died inside the Industrial Loft, I walked around the back to find the whole complex glowing.
Looking at the boarded exterior of the newer area of the orphanage from its 1914 section.
Squinting from the top floor through the skyway, one can feel small, like they’re in a heavy industrial dollhouse.
Hip bump girl.
Between the ice chute and the back of the north section of the cellars, a little pillar shows where a room used to be. The ceiling’s disintegration has since filled the space, which seems to be the last point of expansion in the cave–this was last carved in the mid-1840s.