The service window in the Administration Tower had seen some abuse, even if it wasn’t so old.
Taken in the last few minutes of the day. You can tell by the way that the wall is deteriorating that the windows using to have an arched top!
In the middle of the foundry, an office is untouched by scrappers, legal and not. Inside, warnings and catalogs for machines that are gone, obsolete, and melted down.
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.
Peering into a remote office at Manitoba Wheat Pool #3. Someone left their to-do list behind.
The head distiller could walk out of their office to this balcony and overlook the whole fermentation process in a glance.
The vibrant colors clashed with the silent hotel.
Rows of offices under the power plant, which was in the middle of being demolished during my adventure. Despite the snow, this was meant as an interior.
Looking at the boarded exterior of the newer area of the orphanage from its 1914 section.