This ward was the last occupied place in the hospital. It was used as a chemical dependency (drug and alcohol) inpatient program. It seems that they were allowed to paint the walls before they abandoned it… I go back and forth, thinking it is a shame and thinking it is a little cool.
An old name for an older elevator, as seen from an abandoned rail spur.
A side door on the rear of the castle that let guests out into a small stone courtyard below a tall turret.
The trees were so overgrown, it was difficult to see the hotel at all from the road.
From atop a concrete slap that seals the old path of Mine Shaft #3, I loop up into the hoisting room.
The service window in the Administration Tower had seen some abuse, even if it wasn’t so old.
On the upper floors where the sunlight is yellow–the color of flour dust, once exposed to the elements.
The chair tried to leave, but found it had grown heavy with the weight of water and wood. Today, it shelters the mice and maggots.