The depot of Ringling is a very lonely looking building and there are many holes in its roof. There are no signs on it whatsoever.
A different kind of tree fort.
The roof was in bad shape, but too beautiful to avoid. This is the spot were I used to study medieval Latin.
“The fresh snow mixed indistinguishably from the ashes of the half-demolished power plant.”
Admin, 2005. This is the only good picture I took of the Administration Tower before a lightning strke ignited its roof. Now a metal cap keeps the water out of the most iconic building at the Kirkbride.
The interior of one of the curved corridors that connect two wards. Note the original floor’s hand-laid tile pattern. Portra 160.
The bricks are decaying at different rates at this corner, making it especially colorful.
After crushing, these machines would float lighter material to the surface of the water, where it would be skimmed and discarded. Gold and silver laden stone would sink to the bottom, where it was collected for the next stage of processing. Leica/Summilux 35/Ektar 100
A bedroom, from the basement. The Dog Days are Over.