The side of the church, taken from a grungy sidewalk.
Some of the doors had sliding plastic windows, but most of the older ward doors simply had these peep holes drilled through them. The inside was always marked and worn more than the outside.
Behind the grand staircase is this beautifully preserved hallway with medieval-style arches and vivid paint.
A small stage in one of the barracks.
A switchboard to control the flow of electricity into the plant from the city and generators.
A white star marks the landing between the Keeper’s Quarters (Second Floor) and the radiobeacon and furnace rooms (First Floor).
Someone had helped themselves to one of the safety posters before my visit.
The hole in the floor, I like to joke, is a not-so-sneaky trap for the photographers creeping to get a close-up of the amazing peeling paint. I somehow escaped this snare, however, to warn the rest… perhaps you.
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.