One of the few man-sized exterior doors, seemingly with an original frame. Classic arching and beautiful textures–every inch of wall had me drooling. If this engine house was in a metropolitan area, it would have been turned into a $10 million white collar office suite ten years ago.
The cold air collided with the sun-warmed water on the floor, filling the ground floor of the Keg House with thick fog…
The view into one of the asylum rooms of Norwich Hospital. A long time ago, a window broke, letting the vines crawling up the bricks outside to move indoors and across the floor.
Looking up from the train shed. The building was consistently crumbling and I wish I had worn a hard hat in this area.
A reminder on the Gilman union board not to buy Coors beer. Read more here: http://www.cpr.org/news/story/coors-boycott-when-beer-can-signaled-your-politics
Part of a furnace control panel.
A control panel for the kilns row.
When block glass shatters, it looks like ice.
The power lines follow the street, down to the mineshaft. Everything revolved around the mine, it seemed.