This seemed to be the newest building on the property.
The skyway’s steel substructure collapsed slightly, crushing part of the dust collectors.
Not a wisp of smoke can be seen today.
The sun shining through one of the buildings; everything was overgrown.
In the ward for the criminally insane, this door was the most-worn. Nail scratches mark the area around the peep hole, the wood is gouged everywhere from thrown chairs and hard kicks, and a ominous blood-colored stain is visible where it dripped in the second inset from the bottom. Aside from the damage, the coloring in this section was very vibrant, though it was probably little reprieve for those who had to work here.
One side of the street is demolished. The other is not.
Shadows of the timberwork and cribbing are cast across cracked lake ice. My footprints follow cat tracks.
It’s a small world… look at it.
One of my favorite photos of the ADM-Delmar #1 skyway, when it stood. Taken at sunset, with the reflection of the overcast sky in the remaining windows.