Looking from the brewhouse at the death of its sister building, across Minnehaha.
Street lights and pavement are some of the obvious signs a town used to be here.
The tallest dock structure is an equipment elevator that connects the many dock levels.
The great stenciled number on this chute caught my eye.
Sliding curtains gave a little privacy to the residents of this room, which looked and felt more medicinal than most of the other multi-patient rooms.
Chairs facing the stage in the old cafeteria. Fuji FP100c in Fuji GX680.
These long curved corridors connected the wards. Locked doors on both of their ends were a security and comfort feature. Sounds and people would be sealed in their respective wards, as the hallways would act like beautiful airlocks; they were so long that it was unlikely that doors would be open on both sides at the same time. Portra 160.
The bridge here moved workers between the dock, the approach tracks, and refueling buildings.
The top of the docks are so rotten in places that you can see the lake through the boards. In the foreground you can see the controls for the chutes, which work on a clutch.